Spirit of the Trees

Knock on wood
Wear the heart on both sleeves.
Go give them a hug
The spirit of the trees.

The luck of the green
The stars have fallen from the night.
The dove calls for the world to hear
As our earth turns to face the light.

You can hear him
Groan and grumble from his roots.
You can see him
In Springtime’s soft green shoots.

The whole of creation
Lives within the Spirit of Trees.