The trees signal my arrival with outstretched arms and waving hands.

Walking seems like such a chore
when the wind stops to carry me
and I have to choose, to be more
than myself or just me, to forever be.

The trees draw me in with loving embraces and kisses of rose petals.

I lay beneath cavernous trees
who seem to rule the forest better than I
could ever hope to, with silent command
and the oldest seem to live, even after they die.