I’m sleeping
The trees seem to whisper
Until they see me
Until the recognise me
Then they wake from my slumber
Then they greet me
Causing a path for me
Leading me to him

I come to the spot
The poor old maple
He may be ill but he still welcomes me
He still knows me
I put one foot on his swollen side
I place myself above his decaying fingers
I feel the height of his branches
I may only be a few feet higher but i feel better
I feel like a hawk
Looking, watching, scanning
I keep sensing life like someone tossing and turning before the go into a deep sleep

I like it here
I feel free here
I know this place
I feel like here I could rule
Like here I could live in peace
I feel like there’s no trouble here
Like I could spend my whole life listening interpreting the trees
I could stay here until
The oaks are my brothers
The beaches are my sisters
And the squirrels are my friends
I want to curl up in my brother’s arms and sleep knowing
I have a family watching me
Knowing I’m safe