The trees look down on me like soldiers standing tall and proud
I can tell they’ve been here longer than anyone else on this earth
I bet they have stories to tell
If we spoke the same language, I’d listen
I place my hand on one of their trunks
I say a prayer only they can hear
I thank them for allowing me to breathe this fresh air
I tell them I’ll be back tomorrow to enjoy their company

Angelica Flores