Hugs, of the barky kind...

Am in past mood....
This seems to behoove me right abt. now....

I think of all the trees I have met
I remember how the wind would move their leaves
So enthralling, they would capture my attention for hours
A moment of disparity—their movement and my stillness.

My mind floats over the my own movement
I have left the trees behind and have raced away—
To newer trees, fresher winds and lighter leaves
And my old tree friends stood still.

We both have our moments of flux and our phases of order
Thankfully I remember the trees, but sadly they forget me.

Yes, I love trees, they move and entice me like nothing else can...