Let me travel
like the trees –
delighting in the trip.
Not seedlings newly sown,
but those Ancient Ones --
seeded, rooted eons ago --
with feet firmly planted,
yet, still reaching for the sky;
accompanied by old friends,
savoring the journey.
Providing sustenance, sanctuary,
even entertainment for fellow travelers;
slumbering under the stars,
bestirring at the blush of dawn,
singing with the wind, dancing in the rain,
greeting each evening
with fingers full of moonlight.
Written for 2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 2 - A Voyage poem