I don't know why it seems to me
the hardest thing on earth may be
saying goodbye to the trees.
one day while quiet in my house
with the wind coming through
the way the winds do
I stopped and sought a window view
and there trees swayed and sang
so free and beautiful in the rains.
their sighs ascended and their
green I thought, I felt
their longing for heaven.
perhaps when my last hour ascends
I'll see them coming all undone
in sweet green journeys to the sun
and then perhaps not feel alone
that I am leaving earth's strange home.
mary angela douglas 28 january 2018
the hardest thing on earth may be
saying goodbye to the trees.
one day while quiet in my house
with the wind coming through
the way the winds do
I stopped and sought a window view
and there trees swayed and sang
so free and beautiful in the rains.
their sighs ascended and their
green I thought, I felt
their longing for heaven.
perhaps when my last hour ascends
I'll see them coming all undone
in sweet green journeys to the sun
and then perhaps not feel alone
that I am leaving earth's strange home.
mary angela douglas 28 january 2018
