I hear you call, pine tree

 I hear you call, pine tree, I hear you upon the hill, by the silent pond

where the lotus flowers bloom, I hear you call, pine tree.

What is it you call, pine tree, when the rain falls, when the winds

blow, and when the stars appear, what is it you call, pine tree?

I hear you call, pine tree, but I am blind, and do not know how to

reach you, pine tree. Who will take me to you, pine tree?

-Yone Noguchi, 1875-1947

if I feel really down

low

mind twisting my thoughts

to and fro

the animal in me

has first instinct

to flee

into the forest

to the trees

and take my last breath

in a sea

of evergreen

-what beckons me