Talking to the Trees

I walked today and realised I was never talking to the trees
I was running with the wind and I heard you on the breeze
And it fascinates me every time how you run up to meet
The lines of intersection when we are feet to feet
And our toes touch each other, our shoes are on the grass
And in all of what is temporary we are built to last
Like the housings of the everglades as ancient as the oak
Or the rustling of the leaves in the words that Jesus spoke
We are forever on horizons in wonderful, unflinching blues
And I know I have been round the block but you’re the one I choose
As we tiptoe on yesterdays that are fading to the past
You’re the answer to the only question that I ever asked

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