Shawn L. Bird

Whispers through the pines make
promises of tomorrow
Rings inside fallen trees reveal
long history
This place, firmly locked in now, hints
of a future.
Inhale it all.
.
We are forest.
What is yet to come reaches
to the light,
Every year closer to the sky.
.
We also reach
time takes our bodies
earth bound,
embraced by roots,
part of the trees,
stretching for heavens,
becoming sweet air
on the breeze.