The Trees Talk --- Mary Westcott

I hear them speaking to each other
in proud tones of strength, I see how
we don’t notice them. They look down
on us and think “why do you worry?”
About being too fat, too thin, too tall,
too dark. We are here to watch over
the daffodils in the field, the wet ground,
to shade your fears, to allow your tears
to fall like the rain on our branches.
Can’t you see we accept all differences,
patiently standing on firm earth?
I don’t hear them and walk on.

Mary L. Westcott