Greetings From The Trees Poem by Raymond Anyanwu

Look at the giant gaits of trees
Hardly ever do they walk
But eager to gulp the morning sun.
Swaying their long arms towards the light,
To salute nature’s gift
Yet they’re rooted in the earth
Where they imbibe the blessings From the elements
Soil the bread and water, the milk.
Night is when the restless go out walking,
Seeking dreams that cannot face the sun,
Gargantuan, pulsing screams of dazzling light
Spooling through the miseries of mother earth,
Escaping the dingy firmness of place.
Even in the hazy harmattarn,
There's a time to go out walking,
And witness the hills bathed in a newborn moon,
In the insipid skew of early January light,
Neither muted dreams nor solid earth.
Gently adrift, we settle on some place,
Sunlight walking through our patch of Earth Bringing greetings from the trees