Wafting winds stretching and winding
through outstretched branches; reaching
their fingers for suns warming rays.
On days such as these, the trees are king,
majestic and benevolent, sent to rule
over green fields and glens, knowing
seeing the forest is seeing the trees.
All of nature lowers to their knees,
a gentle genuflect to the aged wisdom growing,
never falling far from their root.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
For MIZ QUICKLY’S IMPROMPTU POETRY Day 26 – Out of the House
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
with trees like that, who wants to see the wood…?
So great to finally see green! You expressed a lot with the trees – nice!
Love the trees, call them my sisters,
Elizabeth