The Soul of Trees

Standing in the silence

a whisper of wind tiptoeing

across my bare skin

I am at one

with the tower of trees

so far above me

so far from my humanness

my bones my flesh

Only connected

by something invisible

way down deep

in the very essence

of our every breath

I am a tree

I am not

Only in the silence

can I hear your voices

Only then can I know

that I am not alone

in a forest of life

no one really sees

I am a tree

I am not