Tree Time

I am in tree time now,
days fade into days of rising and falling rhythms,
greening strong and tall.

I am the branches blowing in the breeze,
warmed by the sun,
rooted in the foundations of the earth.

I reach for the light,
I search my roots for the source of life,
I am nest for the birds.

The wind creates a musical backdrop
to their songs,
and I sway to invisible time.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2020


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