Song of The Trees
I walked about my normal path, listening to my songs
Reaching out to a bush, the melody was a new one.
I stopped right there and felt again,
The green plump leaf, it sang my name.
I did a leap and went walking away.
I reached again to all the plants,
I smiled at them too, when I got to the trees,
They called to me and said “Hey, we know you!”
I laughed and went straight to them,
I talked to them for a bit.
Stories they shared, both grand and tragic,
Then I was off again.
The more I wandered, my steady stream
I noticed all of the green, I reached out my hands,
Caressed some with love and pet them when I felt the need.
The bark was alive, hiding deep dark life
The needles were prickly but warm.
Leaves brushed past and pat my face,
I could feel their happy song.
Flowers released petals of flare, with a note for me to hear.
I looked again to my tree friends, and they sang along.
All of the wind their trumpet so loud,
The ants the drums of the earth,
The harmonic sound of flies and bees,
Grazed in as well.
The lizard’s fast feet lifted new notes,
Upon the dirt ground.
The trees called to me, waved and then sang,
In one unison sound.
The pond joined in, then the splash from a frog,
A mosquito wanted me to notice him,
So he took a bite out of my arm with a little grin.
The scratch with the splash,
Sang with drum feet, in unison with the trees.
I walked on home, looked back at them,
In the wind I spoke with a smile, “I notice you.”
They waved back, singing my name,
“Yes, we notice you too.”