Trees Poem by Kay Moore

TREES

My trees listen to me, truly, this I know,
They have been listening for a very long time,
Cause I advised them how to grow.
Thoughtless councils and their electricity lines, ugly in every street,
Then we were given lovely trees, to plant at their very feet.
Skipping along the footpaths, jogging along the lanes,
Look at all the new plants, weren't we all well trained.
Pride oozed from the faces, of the eager gardeners,
As they tended with loving care,
These special trees upon the paths, that lead from here to there.
Until one day to our disgust, with horror we sighted the disaster,
The local boys with the cherry picker,
Had butchered and maimed them forever after..
All the lovely trees that were now endangering their precious wires,
Almost all, except mine, cause I told them to "GROW AWAY FROM THE WIRES'
Every day I sent my thoughts, and certainly they did listen,
They are my pride and treasures,
From their tall boughs dewdrops glisten.
I wonder if I'm the only one, that smiles at their behaviour,
I'm sure they want to talk to me, their redeemer and their savour.
I am always listening, how can I tap into their essence and their being?
I try to have an open mind, and I listen for them, all the time.
I can hug them, sit under them, nurture them, and love them,
Great Spirit, please let me hear them when they talk to me.