Trees

 

I love the trees
And the way they move in the wind
The pines as they sway in the dance of the breeze
They seem to know one another
And can stand very still without talking
The sounds of the wind moving across the branches
Are the nods and voices of approving friends

 

They are like a congregation
A group of members together in harmony
All in one place for a long time
Separated only by the space needed to grow

 

-Dan Wills