Touching the Sky

The grass at its feet is but so little to a tree  . . . the shrubs at its knees are so little to a tree . . . and though the ocean is in alignment with the spirit of the trees, it is the sky for which the trees outstretch their limbs as they sway with its breezes . . . and endure its rainy moods . . . and bow reverently under the weight of its crystal snows . . . and as they balance in this way, through movement and touch, the trees and skies exchange . . . day in and day out . . . year after year . . . the essence of their hearts.