To The Trees

I used my hands to part the earth, pushed the seed into the dirt
 And called out for the rain.
 The sky above soon answered back, festered up and turned to black
 And hallelujahs rang.
 I watched the soil turn into mud,
 The seed beneath then opened up
 And knew which way to reach.
 It met the sun and broke the ground,
 The leaves turned green, the bark turned brown;
 I claimed its shade for sleep.
 I felt the bitter chill of fall,
 Heard the winds of winter call
 And saw the branches naked.
 The cold and snow both took their toll,
 I knew my time to pass was close.
 I went outside and waited.
 I woke to feel the warmth of spring
 And heard the birds begin to sing while
 Perched along my arms.