Tree Dance

Do the trees sway to a song that we cannot hear?

Singing into the wind, they dance together,

Branches brushing against blooming flower

Their voices harmonise into a persistent stream

Do the trees gossip about the beatles’ wings?

Jealous of the opalescent scales that glimmer in the sun,

That the trees so desperately try to steal

Their root grasping for company beside the worms

Do the trees drop their branches?

Let their leaves fall

Trust that the ground will receive their blessings

Their breath as hiccuping as their hope

Do the trees forgive always?

Or will they turn their trunks in disgust 

When the spiders weave within their stems 

Their mortal diminishing faster than heavy rain

Do trees allow me to join?

When my flesh and hair are gone

Eaten by the same earth that gave me life 

Their seeds hugging my bones