The Forest

Growing out of the old tree
There are rings around the best of me
As I try to be tall and strong
But the wind blows to prove me wrong
In the forest with all my peers
Scattered light to crystal clear
The pine floor for the girl who walks
And it’s to those beings that she talks
And hears their reply like the soul in the air
She wasn’t home til she went there
And lay down under their canopy
Living love like a recipe
To fathom days that have lost their weight
And she has given up on hate
Coz it only defeats itself
Like icicles in sun to melt
And she squares up with the cards she’s been dealt
And the monumental that she’s felt
It’s all come to naught but here
She’s still among friends so dear
That listen as they simply sway
She sighs and would not have it any other way

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