Prayer of the Tree

Prayer of the tree

Naked and unadorned.

Face turned towards the heavens.

Free of care or worry.

My silent voice rises in the night.

Reaching towards the sky.

My prayers stretch upwards, unseen.

Throwing molecules to the wind . . .

Awaiting spring times coming . . . .

 

Banfiadh 12-14-15

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