The fine hairs of the tree moss,
talk to one another in a language
only they know.
Years have gone since the heavy
branches have felt the weight
of heavy winter snow.
The earth preserves herself within
a cavity of love, as many things
have fallen to slumber.
Years ago when the moonlight
brought a trail of tears, God
talked of such wonder.
Animals and fairies live close
to the old-growth trees until
God will raise them.
Life whispers sing to others old,
as seasons shed their covers
we will soon be with Him.