a tree is an extension, an appendage of Mother Earth,
it hovers upward to touch and connect with the clouds,
the sky, to absorb the rays of the sun and drink of the
droplets of rain coming from the seas and it listens to
the whispers of the wind, the secrets it beholds, thus
when i sit quietly and still at the base of a tree, i become
a receptacle to its wisdom that it imparts upon me and it
knows i am willing to become 'one' with
i learned of this when i was an eagle in my life before
and i used to soar o'er the finger tips of their limbs as
they lifted high and upward to give praise to the 'One'.
so now my spirit lifts looking skyward when i sit quiet
and still at the base of a tree...
