Sunday, August 21, 2011

I Left It There

My heart is in the trees.
I think I left it there as I walked
Beneath their branches,
Heavy with leaves and nests,
Tall and stretching to heaven.
Rooted strong and thick,
Shimmering in sunlight. 
They had me at hello.

"Why are there trees I never walk under
But large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?"

~Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1892