Poetry for Trees

my day with trees started out quietly

till Douglas Fir requested a poem

I recited Emily Dickinson

pine needles twinkling in sunlight thanked me

saying that we were kindred spirits

I nodded, and took a nap on the picnic table

sky brought a dream-vision of world peace

each person offering their gifts to one another

hugging, singing, dancing

humanity holding hands to nurture Great Mother Earth

when I woke – I knew this was happening now

SDP August 2018