First birds song ring true across the hills on high,
first bite of the day through the first mornings light.
Heavens breath still upon the leaves of the trees as they yawn,
for their first drink so given through the mist at dawn…..

The sky fluffed with clouds of mist sparkles of tiny rainbow arcs of light ,
a wind so gentle is rocks the boughs of the trees there aloft sighs.
Songs most never hear for they have never believed,
the trees have souls for they live just as you and me.

Upon the floor at the trees roots some rising and bare,
knows the heart beat of the earth always aware.
Time never stands still as the heavens has forever brought life,
and if you are aware can witness it with your own eyes .

Drink from the heavens pure with earths nectar shared,
taken for granted for humanity refuses to be aware .
Denies the very drink of life and the air brought by the trees,
one day from thus neglect shall refuse you and me .

First birds song ring true across the hills on high
the sky fluffed with clouds of mist sparkles of tiny rainbow arcs of light
Upon the floor at the trees roots some rising and bare,
drink from the heavens pure with earths nectar shared.

– Patty DeGroff