as they have

Lovely little blooms

saturating blues

streaking lazy wisps

illuminated canvas shifting

in its solar flared abyss

to see Saturn, in a dew drop

so reflected, in prismatic

shimmering beams

and tiny woven spider threads

dancing for their seelie queen

I would trade a lifetime

for a bed of fresh green moss;

to sit beneath the yews and oaks

soaking sunbeams through their leaves

in the shade of lofty boughs

to know the dreams of all the roots and trees

I have cried my share of heartache

to the rough bark of the northern pines

their amber pitch, a sticky citrus

streaking in glacial tides

sticking to me as it's dripping from its wounds

as if to share my tears beside

It's not enough

that I should be content to see it then,

to walk and smell among the earth

To plant my gardens, taste its fruits, to laugh and feel and touch

to share my thoughts or plant them;

but to love as they have loved