Sacred Trees
The willow weeps
for all of God’s children;
animal and plant, alike;
all life has its hardships.
The ash collects their sorrow
and releases it
to God, in its prayers.
The cedar,
releases its breath to purify the air;
and the path of travelling souls.
God made trees to share our lives;
trees that feed us,
trees that heal;
trees that shade us;
trees that help us to breathe.
Trees that provide beauty
and trees that,
whisper secrets,
to the sailing winds;
assist angels who guide souls,
through life.
I commune with trees,
they commune with me.
They remind me that,
“we are all one tribe”.
Without sacred trees;
we could not survive.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2017
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