Trees

Phillip Brown

The trees quiver
In the autumn breeze.
They seem to whisper–
I can’t understand
Their language.

Be still–my heart
Tells me–for the
Language of trees
Is Silence.

Be still. Listen.
The earth is singing.

Turn to the sun, for
He is the light that
Gives freely.

Reach out. Reach up.

Hold fragile and
Nesting things close.

Give shade to those
Who suffer from heat.

Change with the seasons.
Savor the differences.

You will live through
Every winter, and
Stand taller by springtime.

Stretch deeply your
Roots, for they keep
You planted.

This have I learned
From the whisperings
Of trees:

Though we must bend
In the wind, we may
Dance in it also.