As the days warm up and the trees bloom this poem speaks deeply to feelings that can come up as we venture out into the woods. But whether you love trees in the words, your yard or the city. There is a majesty to trees we can feel if we pause, take a breath and look.

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Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

By David Wagoner