I Saw You Speak To The Trees Poem by Mary Nagy

The sun still hadn't come up.
The grass was still covered
in its cool blanket of moisture
as you crossed the clearing
with an ease
I had never seen before.
It seemed as if you knew exactly
where you were going
and that you'd be welcomed
once you got there.

The closer you came to the woods
the more I watched in amazement.
The trees...all of them
began to move.
No,
they began to bow.
It was at that moment
that I wondered
if I was awake
or still sleeping beside you
in our bed.

With a combination of fear
and excitement
I rubbed my eyes
to remind myself
that it was early still
and my mind may be playing tricks
but...I saw it.
I saw the weeping willows
as well as the mighty oaks
gently bow-down
while you entered your woods.
You held your head high
and appeared to give them a nod
as if you were saying
''Good morning old friends''
and then they straightened again
as if all was right with the world.

I never told you I saw this
but from that day on
I knew
you were no ordinary man
and I was an extraordinarily lucky woman.