We: Tree Climbers, Stream Sitters

We sit in silence by the water,

Or on a stone in the stream,

Watching the ripples

gently flow around our feet.

We walk softly among trees,

Breath the resinous, piney air,

Feel the brown needles

Crackle beneath our weight.

We see the autumn leaves

Brightly painted, under us,

Smell the woody

scent, watch the last leaf fall.

We crouch in the tall grasses

Hoping to find small flowers,

Tiny meadow jewels,

Moss, wildlife, fascinating to us.

We breath the sunshine, sweet

With floral and rainy fragrances

New summer air,

The golden light feeds our lungs.

We feel as dark, strong winds

Rush over, under and around us,

Spreading our arms,

We pretend to fly over dark clouds.

We climb wise and knotted trees,

Hug them, trace their patterns,

Ascend to the crown,

And peer over canopies of leaves.

With anticipation, we wait for

Each seed we placed to sprout,

Celebrating with

Excited shouts, we dance alone.

Barefoot in the rain-wet soil, we

Are laughing, breathing, smelling,

Feeling water drops

Hit our skin, now living joyously.

We laugh over cups of coffee,

At spilled milk, our loving pets,

Alone, or together,

we live in silence, until we don’t.

shouting every once in awhile,

Something we see as exciting,

We forget to modulate

Our voices in our excitement.

When we look into another’s eye,

See the rising sun, hear another’s

Voice, and smile,

We know it because it’s beloved.

We hear some hidden music,

Rhythms inside us, We dance,

Invisibly, living

this sweeping, leaping melody.

We love, or don’t, but mostly love

Find a kind of happiness in beauty,

We love to paint it,

With words or colors or music.