In the Spring
My heart bursts for the trees,
For their unbridled optimism
The bouncing exuberance of
Their baby buds.
Into the arches of the tree’s awnings,
My prayers float,
Settling on the sprouting leaves,
Dipped buttery green
And the branches that hold them.
All winter, stoic and braving
But now, heart swelling
As they sway to the lullaby
Of an easier breeze.
I swoop up with a nesting bird’s vantage
And from the crown, I look down
To discover that I am diminished
By the sheer scope of the spreading roots
That realm below my feet.
Still, I can see
How the sturdy limbs bend and beckon
How they tuck me beneath their canopy.
I worry for the trees
But they worry more,