The Trees

The river is calmer than the forest,  

The wind whispers,

The birds twitter, chatter, flutter. 

Vines twist and vines turn, 

Weeds wildly waving,

And bees buzz.

Still and quiet, 

The tree whispers in the air,

As the river wines.

Just like the tree vines, 

Twist and turn,

Weaving and watching.

As the tree slightly burns,

Long time custodians,

Keeping things new.

Ancient guardians,

Connecting, caring for land,

Caring for Country.