Walk Through Trees

(with specks of the Tribrach ᵕ ᵕ ᵕ foot in Tetrameter Verses)

He and me among a group of trees walk;
He with his camera and with his backpack;
Up there, we in the trees not far from New York;
Finding solace after leaving Iraq.

Common thought to understand the language
Of the forest, and lives it does sustain;
In this, we must hold true to this marriage;
Sustainable goals must be the refrain.

Trees are us, and with them not, we are not
We are not wrapped, in their life saving tools;
Go plant those trees on every vacant lot;
Walk through trees and learn from nature's modules.

© Paterika Hengreaves
July 2, 2011/Maycocks, St Lucy, Barbados