When you look at a tree, what do you see?
Do you see its colour, it's movement?
The life it has harboured, the bugs and the birds?
Do you see its roots, interconnected with others?
Its stability, its fragility?
The trees speak to me,
And I listen.
When I look at a tree, I see the things it has seen,
I hear the stories it has told and the lives it has lived,
I feel the scars on its body, the growth and the change.
When the trees speak to me,
I listen.
When I'm with a tree, I know its roots are a part of me,
and I feel its branches as an extension of my human body.
The earth as a whole, everything as one.
The trees speak to all of us,
And I am learning to speak back.
I look at a tree, I see myself.
We are both beings of the same universe.
Breathing for one another.
