Shadows of the Trees

In the wild the creatures speak in tongues

And tell us with their movements

What we are to know

And in this walk of life if we will listen

We can hear the messages they bring

One by one, hidden amongst the trees,

The underbrush, their homes.

For they will watch our eyes

And they will feel the pitter-pat

Of our very hearts, strong or timid, fast or slow,

Our life’s breath, our intentions

If we can walk amongst our brothers

With respect, with honor, gently.

And if they judge us to be worthy

We can pass through their world unseen

Through the shadows of the trees.