In the Treetops
Reach out and touch the sky.
I stand and stare up in the air
The treetops sway and dance
They captivate my heart and soul
And I never miss a chance.
To watch the unique performance
As the lissome limbs bend to and fro
A salute swing and sonata
A soft serenade and swish rondeau.
The leaves quiver to the drum roll
Of draughts and rare air currents
And signal silver gold and green
In clear coherence and recurrence.
My mind is moved and sanctified
Into a dreamy trance-like state
And I am then transmogrified
And accepting of my fate.
My eyes are drawn to the treetops
The magic garden of my soul
I lie on my back in deep green grass
After a morning stroll.
I then forget disharmony
The trials turmoil and pain
And drink in the synchronicity
Of the sun the wind and rain.
The slender arms of branches
Reach out and touch the sky
And wave and vibrate in the wind
And rustle with a sigh.
I watch in fascination
At the dance atop the trees
A rhythm never-ending
Generated by the breeze.
©
David Rudder
6th September 2021
Thanks for reading.
