...and what is it exactly,
I wonder out loud,
that beckons this forest
to prick up her ears,
and listen to our secrets so
wholeheartedly?
on this most flawless day of sun and sky
dreams rustle...
then fall from the trees,
and land at our feet.
I pick up two or three...
unprepared for how perfectly concrete they feel,
in my hands.
I touch them wistfully...for just a moment...
then I pass them to you,
to be tucked in your pocket
for our safe-keeping.
Peace and love to you...
