The Consoling Language of Trees

I am from the clan of trees we speak in the language of nature’s hidden tongue for our souls talk under the ground in the roots where we are bound we are held together with the promise of living we cling in the dirt to hear our language found from the years of age and circles growing within our core without a sound we reach the impasse of great distance to articulate our prophecy to the arbor family the ash to the maple, the pine to the oak by gently, ever so gently flowing through the depths of rock and rim in waves of whispers that reaffirm our slivers and branch’s cloak captured in the shedding of light and elements of soil climbing and spreading to heaven’s design our common perfection to refine we hold one to the other to protect and evoke our tangle of trials of cold and smoke through droughts and strife we speak with quiet magnificence for the cluster of forests that inaudibly touch in times of trouble and toil March 7, 2022