Kindred spirits

Do trees have souls? They cluster in their timeless silence, just there, just being. Stoic they stand, rise and fall with the seasons, an endless stream of life which I can zoom past and never see but at what cost do I fail to see, really see them?

I walk among them, somehow stilled in their presence, stilled as an easy flowing stream. I am starved for their presence, to be in their sacred midst. If you think me a little cooky or outright mad, maybe you're right. But I am a happy nut in this ancient realm! That is "the thing" about them I think, that when I am with them, I am connected to it all. Maybe that's it...