Mountain Trees Dreamin among the shadows -
thrown down by mottled leaves
the tree trunks taper high in the sky
quietly I hear the whispers
are they from the bark or from the branches?
maybe the littlest twigs speak the loudest
but they are furthest from me
they are the umbrella for their tree
their message is a little bit muffled
as I walk below and shuffle my feet
chlorophyll dust coats my skin
I soak it into my bloodsteeam
tree wisdom passes up to my brain
trees are much more intelligent then we know...
six months later they hibernate below the snow...