The Song of the Trees

The Song of the Trees

I move to the music of the forest and the trees.
It calls and it beckons with its melodies,
Through all of my senses and into my being,
A rhythm advances, my symphony sings.

The colors are melodies that capture my eye.
They hold them and draw them away from the sky.
The green, the red, the yellow, the brown, and the blue,
All add to the melody with their varying hues.

And, oh, how the odors add to the song.
Like the music of flutes, they move me along.
The smell of the rain filtering to the ground,
Of fungi and flowers and shrubs all around.

The sounds in my ears, they soar and they wane,
Keeping time with my pace as I walk in the rain.
The wind like a fiddle, now low and then high,
With a background of bird calls from the sky.

The wind on my cheeks, the rain in my hair,
The caress of the leaves, as I travel to my lair.
Through all of my Journey and into my being,
God’s creation in harmony, my symphony sings.