Treetops

hear the treetops
hear the treetops
bending in the wind
white noise
singing madrigals
on the aspen leaves
about the ones who've gone
about the days to come
fierce serenity
hear the treetops

hear the high wind
hear the high wind
sighing shouting
whispering
about remembering
about re-entering
the corridors of light
the arching lines of the pines
like a blind the wind
feels the treetops