The other morning
I hugged my favorite tree
After climbing high up in her branches
And she said to me
After a judgment slipped through my thoughts
That so many of her under branches were dead
I wondered if something was wrong with her
I wondered if something was wrong with me
For loving her so
And she said to me
"Don't love me for the way I make you feel,
Love me because I am a living thing among living things"

My Mother:

I ground my feet into Her
Gaze up at Her mountain peaks, tree tops and blue skies
Taste Her springs, swim in Her seas
Feel Her Love embrace me in the air that I breathe
Caressing my body, filling my lungs.
Her light brings life
Her dark brings depths of emotion
She blinds me yet helps me see so clearly
She inspires,
Fulfills my heart’s desires
Which is simply to feel Her
Underneath and all around me.

The pavement lies along the road.
Amongst the swift passing traffic,
It remains untrodden except the bird.
A foot steps onto the tarmacked mess;
A sigh of relief from both parties emerge:
Soon the step is gone with the day.
She sits again awaiting her prize.
Alas she is relieved of her burden;
A motorway is drawn across the rolling hills.
But what will become of the lonely road?

Grit on grit will build anew.
Upon the grit, metal would flow.
Now the pavement lays no more,
Peacefully the traffic rushes along.