TREES
The trees they speak to me.
As I sit here, I sense their call.
As they sit outside, standing so tall.
I love to hear the words, they share,
I feel in my heart that they do care
They warn me, of what I need to know
Understanding the importance, of being in the flow
The trees, they are my protectors.
On a windy day, as they show their strength, and joy,
Watching the mighty wind, shaking them as if they were a toy.
Sitting here, recalling when they saved my life,
To run like the wind, for there may be strife
I thank you dear, trees
For sharing the stillness
Sensing, the joy, peace from above
Being thankful of God’s Love.
The trees they speak to me, do they speak to you?
Copyright©2016Peg Jones, ALC
Angelical Whispers/with Peg Jones, ALC 
Angelicalwhispers I just love your poem, as I love trees!
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me too. I never understood why I loved looking out at them from my home.. I definitely felt an energy… there are some wonderful books on the energies of the trees Have you seen them ? Thank you for Posting…
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