More Beautiful

by Tom Bonville

The forest,

climbing the sides of mountains,

each peak, expansive, noble, solemn,

each tree laying its roots

deep into the earth,

being one with the earth,

living in peace,

ageing with grace,

the passing of years, inevitable.

I see the trees,

I speak to them, my voice soft as moss,

I am one with the trees,

knowing, no tree stands forever,

each tree having a life all its own,

as well as a passing.

I see myself among the trees,

standing tall, waiting,

not afraid now.

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Tom Bonville lives in the Hudson Valley, has had poems published in Chronogram and Up The River, and regularly participates in various poetry groups and open mics.