I wrote this on a warm night as a breeze began to rush through the trees I was looking at. I wondered as I looked at the trees , about all the things these trees might have felt and seen.
To call to mind
A more ancient time
When she spoke at a slower pace
When these she touched
Enjoyed her more
In the cool ,or a
No forward notice
To her arrival at all
Just the comfort of the release she brings
More gentler times
Knew the taller pines
For they have been more frequently so
Touched by her breath
Calmed by her voice
Loved when so gently she kissed.....
