They stand among the others, tall and straight,

As shadows fall against the woodland floor.

The spirit of the forest knows their fate,

For they will live one hundred years or more.

To kiss the sun each morning is their quest,

They ask for nothing except to be free.

When darkness greets the moon it's time to rest--

I've come to know the spirit of the tree.

I touch the branches and long flowing vines,

As I walk through this special world each day,

To share the magic of powerful pines,

Where woodland creatures are allowed to play.

As souls become one between them and me--

I'm proud to know the spirit of the tree.