A Dream of Trees

When I am in the dark night,
when I wake into the world,
there come some trees,
gently bending,
under the weight of
all that has happened—
triumph and sorrow,
welcomes and regrets.
At times I glimpse up
at their quiet green hands,
and I think of how they are alive
in the dark as I am,
gently and profoundly.
Through them I feel
the life that shines,
delicate as a smile,
and love is waiting.

• Mary Oliver