Arizona

Talking trees and
singing brooks to cross;
I am at home now... there
is no loss.
At the top of the trees is
where I live and birds follow me
especially the great eagle's
call beckons me into moments
of peace and ideas
of tensions release.
Sons and daughters visit
and get explicit above love
and quiet rejoice within
the heart.
Above the skies crowded
with blue makes each
day anew.
Split thoughts become
one and make joint
efforts and blissful
reunion.
Come listen with me
to my talking trees.
They are part of my
communion.