Another Tree Hugger

In my minds forest I see trees,

I hear the voices of nature and smell the wooded breeze

And am humbled by my forgetting

My own disconcerting unease.

My mind grows large, and is shaded with green

My soul is to be reborn, and reset to zero

We all owe our life to 12 inches of topsoil and the fact that it rains,

Not to some distant, unknown hero

Our planet is the one true God, and when it speaks

We must listen carefully and honestly to what is said.