by Nick Quaglietta, 2012

I’ve heard the trees are talking;
Just imagine what they say.
What might they wish to chat about
Here in the light of day?

Politics and wine with dinner?
Whether well paired or not,
They have no need for such concerns
Nor those that time forgot.

Of what they speak is timeless:
The earth, the sun, and our love.
Forever true for all to see,
As blue as the sky above.