TREES ...

TREES

Dry crumbly earth,

Crunches

Beneath my feet ...

Scent of soil

And sun-baked heat ...

Textured trunks

Surround me ...

Ground me.

Magnanimous canopy

Protects me

From sound.

In the care

Of trees ...

I have peace

And ease.

Safely hidden ...

Unfound ...

Beneath rustling leaves.

Ffion