The Music in the Trees

This post is dedicated to Melissa and her trees; also to Jamie, who many years ago, put my poem to music.

The Music in the Trees

There is a music in the trees
that lilts the air and,
sensitive to much,
their boughs bend down
to listen to the ground.

The ground is warm.
The ground is dark,
but often ill at ease with
the burdens of the company;
and then it gladly listens
to the music in the trees.

Ann Sharples