It was something about trees —
the commitment, the certainty of their limbs
and the wholehearted way
they offer themselves
to the wind

It was something about laughter . . .
Trees can laugh
in the full-throated voice of storms
and in the head-tossing
clearing of the sky

There is a dance
of everything that’s free —
They dance as one
because they can,
because they all agree
that this time
is worth their presence
and this joining
serves their essence,
and they can be
deeply grounded
and also fly.
They’re here for something —
This dance is why.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 26, 2014