Within this realm
all branches speak
in idioms transcending sound

emotions flowing
wash around
with energies no senses see.

In any tree
such memories
their roots steeped deeply in this space

where leaves collect another light
and seasons reach across a life
and spring renews and thrives all day.

At night these woods awake to play
as constellated dreams emerge
from shadows and forgotten thoughts

and inspirations ignore time
to sing and dance when they prefer
while images and ideas stir

to shake the forest from its blur.