The spirits of the trees they whisper.
We can hear them with our innermost ear.
They are calling, calling, calling -
Do you hear ?
Theirs is the voice of eternal existence.
The sweetest most silent of sounds.
Theirs is the voice that belongs to forever.
To eons of endless time.
The spirits of the trees they just love us.
Showering their love all the time.
It's the abundance of life that lives through them.
It's sublimely divinely divine.
The spirits of the trees are like people.
Each one uniquely adorned - look!
The shapes of their leaves branches and blossom
all individually formed.
The spirits of the trees are dancing
with the heavens lands rivers and seas.
Their joy is the wonder of growing.
Their blossoms ecstatically bloom.
They laugh with the clouds while they're floating.
And celebrate each seasons tune.
Let us open our hearts to these blessings.
Which in the spirits of the trees abound.
Let us open our hearts to this wonder.
That most definitely longs to be found.
The Spirits of the Trees © 1992