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
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