I see Green
I see trees,
Green, brown branches,
Blowing in the wind,
Bringing me from my mind,
As if asking me, to share in this moment,
To see them, as they are.
Gazing back at me,
Wondering, who I am?
Green hands, waving gently,
Followed by soft rains.
The sound of my breath,
Clearly distinct, from one life to another,
Rustling leaves, talk to me,
As though, I understand.
We are as one.
Our shared plateau of separate souls,
will merge once more,
As sure as the sun rises in the morning.
One day,
Maybe someone will
see my leaves waving,
As I gaze into the distance,
Rustling leaves,
Whispering,
As I wonder where I end,
And where they begin.