We, the people, are asked to listen to your beauty & wisdom
  sighing ~ stilled ~ synchronicity
coy dances ~ subtle nods
amidst noise & chaos’ swirl

your limbs wave filtered air
as
beautiful ballerina bends & toe balances smooth sharp edges
 
noise neutralizes
loneliness eradicates
 
incessant giver of fruit & nectar sweet nurturing salve
you stand tall & strong
Oh Great Healers Among Us

We, blindly rushing below
burdened by have to’s
barely look up
 to breathe in your summer’s masterpieces
 
humming
stilled
chants
of
wisdom
shim ~ shim
&
shimmering
overhead

snagged in our rat raced reverie
we miss
your miracles
 
Oh Deep Teachers
Sages
Gentle Protectors
Mystics Full of Light

  We bow to your blessed canopy presence . . .