Gentle Giants

 

 

Cosmic jewels
sparkle down
to the roots
from the crown

 

through the windows
of the leaves
of gentle giants,
ancient trees.
 

beneath their branches,
I am home.
Here, my spirit's
free to roam.

 

A subtle breeze
upon my face,
spell bound in
this wondrous place,

 

I whisper words
of tender care.
The wind blows.
leaves caress my hair.

 

I smile and say,
'Hello, dear friend.
I wish this night
would never end.'