Speaking For Trees

if it weren’t for the seasons that change all my reasons

I’d miss some

floating and waving and staking your claimings of wisdoms

you see from this angle I barely see your seams

sneaking up softly and saying you speak for me

is like gathering together to say that we speak for the trees

come on

while flapping and waving, I’m never betraying your systems

with my seething and breathing and scores of dumb screamings of wisdoms

you see from this angle you barely see my seams

sneaking up softly and saying we speak for trees

is like gathering together to silently shake our knees

come on

you’re doing your job and reflecting to Ra what you see on

the surface is blue streaks of white with orange where the sea meets

with mouthfuls of insects and branches of leaves almost gone ‘til the spring

I see sound, I see sound, I see sound, I see sound, I see sound

I see sound, I see sound, I see sound, I see sound, I see sound

you see from this angle we barely see our seams

sneaking up softly and begging to shake our knees

wind over water holds promise to shake orange leaves

come on