Silence of Trees

On a nature walk, I learn to talk like the dark, bright trees and the silence of the leaves. I move freely they speak plainly Where are we? too tall to be an underling I am . . . I am growing wise But they are harvesting flies a dead log floats by a sea of dirt drains dry Newts' utterance falls nigh Silence of trees sky high squirrels leap and fly firecircle in ruins bleak rocks play hide and seek STOP I look up and seeping prisms of sun rainbow ebony