Deep in a forest, you have danced with trees,
as though they were your partners in a ball,
twirling round each one, or, on your knees,
reaching heavenward as do they all.
And you imagined them as angels who
were celebrating God, who was the sun
that shone directly over them and you,
combining reverence and love with fun.
You didn’t mind that someone on the trail
might see and feel your forest dance was odd
as you enjoyed this break from life’s travail
to dance with angels, trees, for sunlight, God.
You dance with trees now, every chance you get
and dedicate to God each pirouette.
Mario A. Pita