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Thank You to the Trees

I wonder if the trees ever feel forgotten?
Who still comes and sits beneath them,
asking what they feel?
Getting close enough to feel their whispers,
the rooted wisdom.
Allowing what comes,
to rest upon their outstretched arms, 
weather rattled,
yet always welcoming.
Don't let the trees be forgotten,
let's show them we are rooted,
reaching always.
Not grabbing,
supporting and surrendering.
Connected to earth,
searching for sky,
letting warmth of sun
guide the stretch.
because we can.
Never wanting more.
Sturdy to what is,
yet given to let the winds shake us.
Thank you to the trees.

Tracy Brooks has been talking to trees and whispering between worlds since she was a small child. Merging channeled messages from Spirit with nature and poetry, she hopes to offer comfort and inspiration. She believes words have the power to help heal and encourage. Born in Brooklyn New York, Tracy now lives in Florida with her beautiful family. She shares her word medicine and o…
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