learning the language of trees

i could sit forever
watching the trees
change
happens as the air chills
and warms
from summer
to fall
from winter
to spring
and back around again
tiny buds
colorful foliage
shades of fall
against bright blue sky
study the shape
learn their ways
admire the heights
contemplate roots
do the trees fret?
as their beauty fades each year?
do the trees feel anxious?
when their new buds sprout in spring?
do the trees feel
growing pains
as their roots spread below
and branches reach above?
i think of all the questions
i’d love to pose to my friends,
the trees
are talking in a language
i’m still learning
forgotten by my ancestors
i’m picking it up again
it’s slow going
so i sit forever
watching trees
change