The soft pitter patter of rain
Like shimmering crystals in the sky
My bare feet tread through the grass
Between the trees that whisper and sigh
Before me stands a giant oak
Its branches bare in the autumn breeze
Soaking up the tears of the night
Creaking and groaning in silent unease
Climbing up its knotted wood
My nightgown now soaked through
I seat myself on the strongest limb
And try not to tilt askew
Wrapping my arms around its trunk
I press my ear to the bark
And listen patiently to its breathing
And the silent beat of its heart
Soon I must travel back to bed
For the long night had begun
But I will always have that wonderous memory
When the oak and I were one.
Hehe, Raven is a tree-hugger! Just playin'.
I like this one, expecially the fourth line.