There is time to meet with trees and listen...
the wind will rustle in their hair
and breathe wisdom down below.
Suddenly, if we hear, be still...
the earth will claim our agitation. Will.
Peace. Peace! Ash and dust.
Unrest will filter though our feet soul
and under rocky core -
then up through surrendered flesh -
lifted up to sky once more.
Shelley Rae Bell