There Are The Trees

There are the trees.
Oh, how they bring me peace;
their arms wide open,
spreading their tranquility.

There are the trees.
Confident in their uniqueness,
displaying their beauty,
even after their leaves have fallen.

There are the trees.
Emitting the breath of life,
I breathe deep into my lungs.
Ah, the serenity.

There are the trees.
Holding life in their branches,
strong and sturdy,
yet flexible in the shifting winds.

There are the trees.
Grounded to earth,
their roots spreading,
searching for sustenance.

There are the trees.
Oh, how my heart weeps. 
Branches broken and roots unearthed,
as even the trees fall sometimes.