the breathing of trees V

V

beyond your gentle fingers touch
where blue sky lays itself down
small white clouds and birds
are home there with the wind
where the path crosses the stream
water runs in the woods to join the river
I hear you breathing
stretching out
reaching
warming soil
drawing in light
I hear you breathing
whispered song
reminds me
on the hill
under pine and cedar
the hawk turns to greet me
yellow eyes watching closely
your song he knows
I step up
over fallen trees
I hear you breathing
and forget my own

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