I have a fondness for trees,
a relationship, really
as it goes both ways
between trees and me
as I walk through the woods,
it is common
for me to speak
to the trees as I pass
reserving particular attention
for the elders,
those who have been around
for a while
wisdom seeps into me
as I walk by
reaching out
to caress the bark
of sister Pine
as I prepare to step over the stream
to touch the leaves
clinging to brother Oak
despite winter's chilly winds
The quiet
the peace
soaking into me
in the forest depths
heals something within
that I did not know needed healing
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