The Trees Have Eyes
I sit with the trees and they sit with me I see them and they see me I speak with the trees and they speak too I sleep with them and they nourish my dreams I rub their trunks and the bark scratches back I smell the leaves and they catch my scent I go to them in the summers and their shade gives me respite I go to them in the rains and their joy gives me life I go to them in the winters and their nakedness gives me the strength to not hide from my fears and sit with them till they become my friends And there comes a time when we begin to know each other We look at each other and the birds look at us too What trees are to me I can hardly explain For the trees have eyes and I know they are with me be it my joy or my sorrow their spring or their autumn We hold each other as we walk together, finally.
