Learning From the Trees
By Shiloh H
The brooding giants towering to the sky.
They are the columns to my own cathedral.
As I sit beneath their green gilded ceiling bathed in golden gleaming light.
All the wisdom that they have acquired though hundreds of years of existence flows into me.
All the knowledge they have from being in the one spot
Seeing floods, fires, and droughts over the centuries.
Now part of the tree is in me.