How It Feels to Be a Tree

And she sat there

Safe in California,

Relishing in the peace

Before the war

During the war

Safe in California

Relishing in peace

She sat there



It smelled like sunshine

And felt like honey

It was warm

— whatever it was — 

kissing the leaves

As it slid down the bark

Of deep memory

Breathing in the soft air

Of timeless today

And meeting the restless breeze

Of tender tomorrows.


It sounded like rain

And bit like snowflakes,

— whatever it was — 



Freezing the gold

Into what humans call

A “moment”

A dewdrop

Lighting the way down

For a misty November

To melt with Forever

Sending sweet seeds of Time

To take root.