The Trees Speak
The trees speak to me,
Telling me tales of all they’ve suffered,
Of fires and diseases,
Of creatures they have held in their arms,
Of the homes they have built for us.
The clouds speak to me,
Telling me tales of storms around the world,
Of shade they provide from the sun,
Of airplanes, and birds,
Of the freedom to fly high above.
The ground speaks to me,
Telling my feet tales of
What lived before, now fossils in rocks,
Of worms and warm nests,
Of the fire deep underground.
I listen to them, these great voices of our Earth,
As they have seen the good and the bad,
Having endured, and are so wise,
They give me strength and understanding,
If I just listen.