Gravitas
Their shade and dreams
The waterfall music
Of their leaves,
Standing close
Devoid of noise
A profound silence
Marks their voice.
Trees don’t speak
Only breathe
The wind in their limbs
Thunders in me,
Trees absorb
Each passing day
And slowly give
Themselves away.
I wish sometimes
I could be
Strong and rooted
As a tree,
Shaping the sky
And time and space
Creating my own
Sacred place.