home again,
surrounded by trees.
my dearest trees.
weeping leaves.
arms of branches.
they know I’m here.
they know I love them.
they feel me and I feel them.
they are aware.
they know things.
there is nothing I like better
than to be surrounded by trees.
for, they call out to me.
and, I see God’s light through their branches.
they so silently tell me things
and fill me with peace.
while we embrace each other
without touching.
