The Trees and I

I've lain beneath the trees as they wept Spread-eagled on beds of wild sage Surrounded by the brave soldiers of fallen leaves turned crimson and gold I've breathed in love on a sweet scented summers day And exhaled my soul in the sparkling frost of winters halo, circling before my eyes like fallen stars I've felt my soul sinking into the forest floor The earth rushing over me, swallowing me in its warmth I've wept like the trees In sorrow and in joy While the dying sun carried me home © Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel 2015