Loving the Tree BeingsMiguel Dean
She is my favourite tree that I pass on my walk with the land and sky on most days.
I love the way she arches over the path and creates such a natural doorway. She always waits for me on the West side of the Malvern Hills.
We spend a few quiet moments together and she always gets a kiss or two. Her cool smooth bark feels beautiful against my lips.
In the spring her buds burst and she is adorned in myriad shades of green petticoats but now she is resting. She is wise and she is resting, waiting, breathing silently motionlessly.
Tiny buds are already visible on her delicate twigs which I like to compliment her on. I appreciate her grace and beauty and in turn she smiles, inwardly.
She is my favourite tree at the moment,and she knows it.