I Hear

All I hear
is the cry of the trees
as they lean away
anchored in their beliefs.

We all watch
as their leaves – fall away
the earth screams
and the light fades
greens, purples, reds – decay
a year is mulched away.

Life erodes
to only be enriched
eyes and heart blossom
all the stars – seek a new day
all the broken limbs
sprout again
born upon the wind.

Now I hear
the Mockingbirds
and the soothing beauty
as a songbird nest.

Now I hear the life
which grows around
the trees.

And now I hear the life -
in me.