Trees are born blind and in need of each other.
With luck they come up in a forest with brothers
and sisters to listen to. Growing up for a tree
is mostly reaching out and out to touch another,
and that’s enough of a life. None of them know
where they are, but that’s OK. It doesn’t matter.
They don’t ask for much, a good rain now and then,
and what they like most are the sweet smells
of the others, and the warm touch of the light,
and to join the soft singing that goes on and on.
© Ted Kooser & Connie Wanek, from Marshmallow Clouds, Walker 2022