Playing our lives out beneath the canopies of trees.
Sitting in the shade of a lifetime.
Sharing our thoughts, silently and out loud, speaking to an audience of branches and leaves.
Look through the branches reaching for heaven, dreaming our futures.
Burying treasures between the roots for the tree to hold safe.
Planting the seeds of our desires in the filtered light of the grand canopy.
After a lifetime we sit softly together holding hands, twisted branches.
Remembering when the trees and our own lives were just knee high to the hill.
Recalling the journeys through a landscape of roots that have stretched through our lives,
from shade to shadow to dancing light.