Song of the Forest

by poetrydiary

I tremble as you touch me,
as you run through my trees;
and I long to embrace you
with my dew-dampened leaves.

My breathing follows seasons
and my rhythms are slow;
changing light into water
for the creatures below.

And you?
You of the quick boughs and sliding roots:
you race with the sunbeats, but don’t know what you seek.

I try to speak.
Sometimes we touch – we knew each other once,
and breathed together.

I tremble as you touch me,
as you run through my trees;
and I long to embrace you,
with my dew-dampened leaves.