Blessings from the great trees
hovered like moist air in the dark
as I passed through the shaded
sanctuary of their high arches
early that spring morning.

Descending calm and peace,
the rich pollen of life itself
drifted down towards the ground,
an element of the trees I didn’t notice
before I reached out
my soul, my expanded soul
intermingling amongst the powerful branches
flying through the soft green leaves
of these hundreds high oaks and stately elms.

Aware of this for the first time
I love them even more,
dear peaceful great trees.

Their thousand hovering blessings
eddy down, the life of these soft leaves
invisible and welcoming
and I am the wind up high.

Ian Trousdell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-these-hundreds-high-oaks-and-stately-elms/