VIII
What do the tall trees say
To the late havocs in the sky?
They sigh.
The air moves, and they sway.
When the breeze on the hill
Is still, then they stand still
They wait.
They have no fear. Their fate
Is faith. Birdsong
is all they‘ve wanted, all along .
——-Wendell Berry, A Timbered Choir
I love the title of this poetry collection. It‘s like the trees are singing!
#naturalitsy