The stillness of trees

The stillness of trees
Draws me back time and again
When mind has taken me
On a run, and
I have become lost.
Their easy branches soaring,
Breathless still
Or surging leaves,
Trunks that hold
The deepest quiet,
Strong steady core
That speaks to the
Deep quiet within me,
So that I can find again
The broad and wide resting back
That all fountains spring from