Tree Huggers See the Soul of Trees

In vermillion light an ancient, arthritic sentinel cast its shadow upon my unsuspecting psyche; I heard its voice whispering in the leaves, and felt its heft and delight at my admiration for its great age as this being sat upon earth’s stage. The many years it graced the land provided homes for squirrel bands; hatchlings were born within its arms of love and nurtured by a gentle breeze. I would listen by the hour beneath this aged story-teller and listen to the whispers there empowered by elemental energies whence to my spirit its gifts bequeathed; as sun did set upon this body and time allowed its stories shared, I thanked this being of nobility for sharing many precious secrets; and hugging breathed a sigh.