As we walked along a wooded path beside the river’s edge
enjoying the evening breeze
we began to notice the sunset…
peeking through the trees.
We marveled at the ever changing colors
it was like walking in a dream
As we saw the radiance of the sky before us
reflected in the stream…
As we marveled at the beauty…
(sometimes we’d be walking and we’d freeze)
I wondered: if we’re enjoying this so much...
what about the trees.
Can a tree enjoy a sunset?…Does a tree even have an eye?
Can it marvel at how the colors transform the evening sky?
And then I saw it…
a lonely tree…
one we passed on our walk out…
and I found the answer to my question
now I have no doubt…
For this little tree next to the river growing free and straight and wild
Seemed to be watching this same sunset…
with the wonder of a child.
She was standing tall to get the best view..
a view that was breathtaking
And as I got a little closer to her I could see her needles shaking.
Standing beside her along the river…
as new colors would appear
there…
on the bark of this tiny tree…
I believe I saw her shed a tear.
It is impossible to know what any tree truly sees
It’s possible her needles were just quaking in the breeze…
It’s impossible to know if any tree truly cries
It’s possible that was just sap and not a tear falling from her eyes.
But I like to believe in miracles…
I like to think as we enjoy an evening breeze
we can share a beautiful sunset…
with each other…
and the trees.
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