Trees

The trees are whispering,
stirring in the breeze,
saying:
life is fluid, has motion,
and life can also be still.

At times the winds stir you
to feel out what will be done,
at other times
your held in silence
just to be and see what will become

as the light shines through your petals
and the breeze stirs your arm,
and all is held in grace within you
in that structure, that center,
that becomes
the still observer
of it all.