The Inner Workings of the Trees

I took a branch from a willow

You built a house and it began to grow.

I don’t know

If it’s going to last forever
It’s not down to being clever

The inner workings of the trees
Gather sun and memories
Summer longs for autumn
Like the winter reaches for the spring
Hand in hand the annual ring

Tiny noises in the silence

Stranger voices making perfect sense

And I know

Anywhere we may be going
The road ahead is ever growing

The inner workings of the trees
Gather sun and memories
Summer longs for autumn
Like the winter reaches for the spring
Hand in hand the annual ring

The soil still mingles with the rainfall

The seed still answers to the sun recalled

Here and now

Past and future ever present
A single word and it is pleasant

The inner workings of the trees
Gather sun and memories
Summer longs for autumn
Like the winter reaches for the spring
Hand in hand the annual ring

© David Scheutz, 2021