Circle of trees in a meadow

The first time I felt the trees I was angry
With moss at my feet they circled me

I asked for nothing
My problems were human
Or so I thought

Then a calming wisdom came
Curled round me like a ribbon
The leaves moved a little by wind
Danced at my returning

And with my hands I felt the flesh of the moss at my feet
And rising went 
a changed woman
Into the house