With roots as deep as the branches are steep
Growing ever towards sunlight
Trees often appear still, though never sleep
Striving for life a never ending fight

Silence is keeper of the trees
always present sheperding new seeds
Into the world of gentle beginnings and a warm breeze
beauty present in all things, from flowers to weeds

Sunlght trickles down onto the forest floor
warm as molten stone, bright as fires touch
wealth has no place, for here all things are poor
nothing is so quiet and still saying so much

trapped in this building of stone is me
staring out the window of this class
thinking how much simpler life would be 
if i were but a blade of grass...