Speaking for the trees

From the tree tops
I can see it all so clearly
The ripples fading further
a tip-toe and a stolen kiss
Outside the hive where we have wandered.

Speaking for the trees,
We stand taller now than ever before
Not to see the writing,
but to hear the whispers
behind closed doors.

I reached...
and touched what I thought was the sun
and noticed it was just beyond my fingertips

but my tiny hand is warmed
by two lips
and that became more important to me
than any sun could be.

Speaking for the trees
Some have made their homes in me
climbed inside my head
behind my eyes
opened the door to my soul

He said he saw a sunset burning through the canopy
of endless time
Hanging like leaves
having held on through a strong wind