The Trees Make Me Soft

The trees make me soft.

I walk as they wave warmly to me.

Reaching out with the breeze in gentle kindness.

“We know,” they say to me.

Their leaves like happy children dancing around me.

I reach out to touch the bark — alive and strong…

Urging me to press into them.

I bend and lean.

Tears falling.

And they catch me.

No judgement.

Only Love.

The trees make me soft.