Green Pine Forest

Written by: julie heckman

Emerald face of the pine,
Speak to me in ecstasy. 
The long green, needle shape leaves,
I lust for their smell

The touch of your leaves is sharp,
Yet, the birds build their nest here.
Craving for Spring to unfold,
Bringing warm breezes.

Daydreams take me through winter
And your emerald, sharp face.
Answer questions about you,
As in peace I sleep.

Foxtail pine, most elegant,
Spreads her vines above many.
By creeks and water falls sing
The songs of your ways.

Julie Heckman
Natural Dodoitsu