Living branched in earth and sky,

sensing all that passes by

through the air and through the ground,

trees are watching all around.


Leaves for eyes, on swaying stalks,

never miss what flies or walks.

Roots that burrow bedrock deep,

feel all things that crawl or creep.


When a breeze goes sailing past,

trees release their voice at last:

Flapping leaves in surging air

transform to tongues that sing with flair.


Surging from this living ocean,

music leaps from leaves in motion,

speeding tales of life and death

around the world with endless breath