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From my window I see the moon and stars
High and neat on the horizon
I walk to the park
Lay on the ground
Look up at the huge branches
Giant mother beeches
Limbs like bronze fans
Thirty feet across
The moonlight filters through
The web of branches over me
The earth is cool under my back
These trees hold me
All their centuries
The leaves move above me
In the quiet singing breeze
The smell of dirt
The smell of bark
Leaves and sap
I love trees more than humans
I love their smell
Their soothing quiet movement
Their immutable power
How they change without drama
Taking up only necessary space
Bending before stronger forces
Never speaking
Never raging
Never weeping
Never leaving.
copyright 2005
Julia
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