Trees , the kind that seem to free , are welcoming and wispy .
Some seem to have limbs dancing lightly against the sky .
Take pause to listen and they may speak so that you can hear .
Their wildness in the winds harnesses ancient memories .
Exposing the might , exposing the fright .
They live so that others may live .
They give so that you will receive .
Trees , the kind that always to used to be free , thank you .
It is not always peaceful when I pray .
A tangled web of threads that I seek to liberate
from a restless mind that struggles against the stillness .
I walk and walk and feel a brief respite when tiredness
sets in and the knowing that soon I will sleep .