Morning with the trees

The trees are

A peaceful awakeness

I feel their presence

On my morning walk

The ants scramble

Knowing not

Nor caring

About time

Only that they may work today

Right now

A big black beetle

Rambles

And the trees although

Separated by building

And concrete

Are in a proud silence

They have their comfort

In being alive

for the sun water

And their business

With the creatures who dwell

And spread their seed