Green Dreams

This grove where trees converge
casts intricate signs upon earth,
branches muscular, more gifted
than any renowned dancer’s limbs,

this greenery that exchanges
purity of breath with ours
and gives us shelter when rain
or heat find us vulnerable beings:

how can we not give praise,
lift our minds to those that nurture,
even forgive greed and carelessness,
sing out when all else falters?

These trees. I tell them how
perfect their beauty, how
royal their blood but they are
dreaming of another day and night,

even longing for river, valley
or mountain, so only sway and nod,
still bidding me safe passage as
birds nimbly secure their nests.