Sleepy trees beckon me.
They want to fold me up
in their branches.
In the wind, their trunks groan
an old story that I
could try to hear.
"We are warm, we are old
from everything we've seen.
And much wiser.
"You think back twenty years,
but we have grandchildren
with forty rings,
"Watched the grayest you know
through crow's feet eyes
and old bark spectacles.
"That aged, rotten bridge
that you taught your children
never to cross
"Has held generations
of lovers and has housed
four troll families.
"Live in every moment,
but not for it. Comfort in
your small size.
"Time and the world grow
but you do not run them.
You are their parts."
