Summer Trees

I look outside my window and

the peaceful green of Summer trees swaying gently

co-exists with the solid white of man-made buildings …

The trees have given much to make space for these strange structures

Sacrificed their family and friends

And yet it is their roots

which run deep into the embrace of Mother Earth

and bring her milk up to where we can drink it.

When I walk amidst these majestic trees

I feel no anger from them, no blame

Only a deep allowing

A welcoming even,

and always the invitation

to connect with the roots of my own being.