Trees
Fingers
down to meet
green earth or grey brown Earth
holding all together
tapping Nature’s foundations
Arms
outstretched, brimming with pride to
home wild things, wild plants, wild creatures
floating
butterflies
irresistible breaks in the foliage
Strong limbs grasp
the thick embers of a burning sunset
layer upon layer of fire
in unreal heavens
marching to the top of the world
the unseen ancients
Planet Earth
continues through space
trees
the silent messengers of time
fingers to the future
Poem by ( Copyright) HenrIcus Peters