Gifts of Nature

Their old moss covered trunks
Stand soft and still in the darkness
A whisper calls and echo's through their leaves
They bow and seemingly touch each other
A sign of a love strong and enduring

I watch them, these old trees in the moonlight
They have seen time walking past
They have held her as baby in their arms
Cradled her in her birth time
Whispered to her sweet songs of nothingness

They are planted now in the rich earth
Their roots are one with the loving
They still sing the songs for those who hear
That they sang to her by her birthing

The moon covers them with her questions
That really demands no answers
For she knows like all in touch with life
That the answers are in the asking

Without a sound I also heard the words
The salve that I needed for the healing
Received without asking not for holding
But for the giving to all needy of a blessing