Blessings from the great trees <br />hovered like moist air in the dark <br />as I passed through the shaded <br />sanctuary of their high arches <br />early that spring morning. <br /> <br />Descending calm and peace, <br />the rich pollen of life itself <br />drifted down towards the ground, <br />an element of the trees I didn’t notice <br />before I reached out <br />my soul, my expanded soul <br />intermingling amongst the powerful branches <br />flying through the soft green leaves <br />of these hundreds high oaks and stately elms. <br /> <br />Aware of this for the first time <br />I love them even more, <br />dear peaceful great trees. <br /> <br />Their thousand hovering blessings <br />eddy down, the life of these soft leaves <br />invisible and welcoming <br />and I am the wind up high.<br /><br />Ian Trousdell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-these-hundreds-high-oaks-and-stately-elms/
