under your leafy boughs
feeling the safety of yourenveloping green blanket
shading me.
I understand now why
the Robin and Cardinal
choose your branches.
Why the rabbit chooses
the base of your trunk.
To rest.
Your branches
dance in the wind.
The leaves rustle
a song as the wind
plays along their
green silkiness.
As we sit together
my soul's pace slows.
Peace is restored.
I am infused with the
wonder of God's
mysterious wisdom in
creating you and your
unique purpose.
So I look up into
your leafy boughs
and find rest for my soul
and a reminder of my
belovedness as a
creation of God also.
And then I just breathe.
