whY tHe TReeS siNG
In these mountains
- the trees sing -
Within
The rock's gray mood
The owl's glowing eyes
The cave bear's slumber
The ohm rises, as a new moon
Celestial light fills the valley
And the trees dance like poets
mournful night winds
And carefully placed melodies
Fill the dark forest from within
Sweet notes with heartstrings
Light
Upon ears so deep
In thought-ful meditation
With the one everything
Turn
To hear their beauty
Ice dripped clouds held close
By mother earth's spiny barbs
Her majestic giants - vibrate
with each move she makes
Rocking forward and back
Grooving mood enhanced
Slow circles of contentment
Between each somber wave
Dance, they must
Merely to hold onto this feeling
And not fall off of the edge