Under the Redwood Tree

Under the redwood tree
a bee dives low
for the water…
heads go under

Arms and legs
move with grace –
we look up to the
bright blue sky
with a touch of white

Two crows speak
as if we understand
their urgency…
silence soon becomes them

Under the redwood tree
we breathe in serenity –
Lacing our fingers
we steal a kiss
and reminisce
to those earlier days

Lauren Scott September 2017