unfold

unfold

listen to the trees.

for they hold

all our gone yesterdays,

in their trailing whispers.

listen to the trees.

for they hold

the unsaid mysteries

of every tomorrow.

listen to the trees.

for they are now,

flint barked and greened.

they are every moment

just

as it needs to be.

each moment,

as it should be.

unfolded.

as it is.