Black crows caw their raucous welcome,
Caring not what they disturb.
Their deep black shapes show only When they flap awkwardly away from the dark Winter trees hiding them in search of entertainment.
Crows gone somewhere,
The trees suddenly silent,
As if boisterous children have grown up and moved away.
Keep this silence for your own,
For at least These precious few minutes.
No telling when the trees will attract new policymakers.
Quiet for now.
Feel physically how your body is like a tree,
Feet planted on the earth,
A trunk to hold you solid and erect,
Arms like branches reaching into the sky,
Sometimes to the very heavens.
Feelings run through you like sap in the early spring,
Vital but unseen much of the time,
Yet suddenly there flowing from any sharp wound.
And in the flowing out comes the healing and the opportunity for new growth.
Deeper still flows the spirit,
Always there,
Here,
Acknowledged or not.
No body,
No time,
No distance can contain spirit.
Feel how connected you are to those you love and who love you.
May your spirit flow today.
Your gift today is trees.