The trees outside my window give me something to look up to.

I get lost in their old limbs inspecting each leaf,

patiently waiting for them to teach me their ways.

I can’t live without them, but they will go on without me.


I found God in the trees

patiently waiting for our love and devotion,

and the moment we’ll realize –

we are all trees creating air we collectively breathe.


What is in the air?