OF WIND AND TREES

when raging storms
strike branch and bark
embattled roots
far deeper march
and so begins
the mystery
and miracle
of wind and trees

come angel’s breath
from sacred spire
our sustenance
that life requires
what we breathe out
the trees receive
transform then gift
the air we breathe

by twos and threes
orchard groves
forest hills
or all alone
they stand in time
and to this day
they shelter us
and give us shade

the mango peach
lemon limes
banana pears
and apple wine
timbering wood
our medicines
fine creature homes
all come from them

they will compete
to rise above
the other trees
to catch more sun
yet they will share
with all the rest
their water pool
and nutrients

collaborative yes
their roots connect
food for some
or feathered nests
they don’t have ears
but will respond
internally
when sensing sound

the winds disperse
plants tiny seeds
with parachute
deliveries
for miles and miles
these pappi puffs
are bringing life
for all of us

next time you drive
or take a walk
just look at them
they’re much like us
slender tall
short or round
wearing leaves
or none at all

they beckon me
to sit a while
and talk to them
of thoughts compiled
how powerful
these lungs of earth
they’ve much to tell
i’ve much to learn

A poem by Greg Nelson
© 2023 by Poppie’s Hallel
(BMI. Admin. by Amplified Administration)