The Language of Trees

Unseen above the ground

Not a sound

Or a note

The trees collaborate

Well below the soil

In the connected roots

Below our leather boots

They can speak from miles

Away

The trees communicate

All day

And night

What we don’t see

We can’t understand

But what we can’t understand

Is the great work

The greater plan

Until the Morning

Waiting all night

In the distant hope of alliance

With oneself

The moon creeps over the dunes

Soon

The sun will return

In glorious

March

To the day of another

No other

Than to see the morning

Rising in the eastern skies

The Echo of Light

From the sun

And off the moon

Reflections pure

As the day in bloom

Soon

The reflections of light

Will be the reflections of love

Hope

All that is done

In the unknown

So know that even though

We can’t see the light

We know that it’s there

Without our detection

For we see it in the

Reflection

Lake Michigan’s Lullaby

The lulling of a lapping fresh

Water ocean

On the shores of the Indiana National Lakeshore

Bring the eyes easier

And to the full

Thought

Of the Lullaby

Sung by the lake

And it’s deep blue rhythm

In the vast nature

The swell of the water

Brings us back to the life

Before life

In all of it’s glory

It brings us more life

Through the sway of

The release

On the heels of Chicago

And the Wabash

And over the water

From the State of Michigan

What the River Knows

Depths below

Bellow with the sway

Of the riverside

What the river knows

It will never concede

To know or not

So take what the waters shed

The waters of life

Substance

Take it one moment at a time

With the gentle whispers of the

The river

Where Angels Tread

Upon a light foot

Of feather wind

Born on the evening

And raised in the morning sun

The angles tread

In the words with us

In our spirits

Unseen

Protecting the feeble and

Weary

And powering the peaceful

So take heed today

That we go

Where the angels tread

When the Wind Remembers Your Name

All else has failed

The world is simply

Upside down

Good is bad

Bad is good

All is against all

In a darkness no one

Understood

Would take us back

To a place of proclaimed hate

For those against us

And as the darkness falls all around

In the quiet

In the depths of a plane night

The wind will remember your name

Unfinished Prayers

From the beginning

There is hope

Hope to help

Hope to see the other side

Of a world

Spinning in darkness

As the darkness spreads

The words

Fall off the tree

Dead

To those unfinished prayers

For those who need the words

They echo the walls of life

All around