A Tree is a Song

The trees, they bind their whole horizon,

recordings ring on ring,

sunlight, shadow, and wind, and wonder,

autumn and the spring.

The seeds, they gather their wisdom,

enfolding all they know

of bird and breeze, the world ash tree,

the summer, and the snow.

The roots, they stitch their web of meaning,

passing on the tune,

a melody from tree to tree,

a hymn to sun and moon.

A tree is a song from root to crown,

and since the world was young,

oak and hawthorn, beech and rowan,

all sing the heartwood's song.