if I was a tree

Into The Forest

I got the bus from the concrete, out to the country,
Claws on the window, unatease.
Out of the village, I pushed through the wheat fields,
Ushered by the voice of the late Spring breeze.
That sound led me into a dim-lit forest,
Spotlights teamed down through a red pole maze
From canopies above, but the sky could hardly see me,
And there it started our conclave.
The whisper wrapped a blanket round me.
The little buds shook, the grass waved green.
Surrounded by a sea of trees
And a sentient love, unseen,
The sap of negativity was sucked from my bones
And I went back to when I was a boy.