Singing Trees

Madison Cox

The trees sing,

One last act of love

Before falling

Being wrapped in the earth one final time

How wonderful to love the world

To live your life singing for her,

Iridescent, shining,

Reflecting the sky, blinking eyes

Crunching under my feet,

The moon watching over us,

I wish I was more like a cicada sometimes

To be beautiful

Apart of a sound louder than my own.

Impermanent

final act of summer.

Worshipping the earth,

Buried under her skin,

Awakened by a warm summer light,

We sing once again.