TreeTop Dreaming

Treetop dreams
interlaced among the
feathery tree fingers, woven
...of big giants;
I look
I see
a canopy
of original ideation
and of beauty in creation.
And the tree says "See me."
I drink in the forest floor through all my pores
and hear the wind as it sails up and up
through each stand
caught up in the canopy to beat the band.
Trees to me, are like giant friends.
"I bid you peace."
"...And peace to you, friend,"
they seem to answer back.
Yes, I am
a student of the tree.
A willing pupil in the forest's
tree meeting place
and a witness to the
treetop soliloquy
of the canopy;
a place where I have found the wind
alternating
between rest and play
and a zillion sweet variations therein.