You may think, you don’t know me!
But, I know do know you … as, I give you oxygen
I used my heart as the paint brush
I am the canvas and the painter

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Apple PodcastsAndroidRSSI see all God’s colors
As, He took the brush
He used His heart as a paint brush
He left nothing uncolored …

The naked trees…
As gets shaken, all naked
All dancing with the winds
All sing alleluias for someone to hear

They appeared far but, near
All dear trees to Him
He feeds them sun
He provides waters

They all grow tall …
It’s existence to provide oxygen
There’s no different one’s
Which my favorite?

Perhaps, maple
It can feed us
Pancakes in the morning
IHOP, come hungry leave happy?

Not, really … I prefer, my home sweet home
Where, I can repeat a beat
Listen to my heartbeats …
It’s best in my home as my fireplace is all lit

Am, not sad …
But, glad that make prints
As started with a blank one
It took a new direction

Where the paper’s my boss
My pen … Now, my God
My hand takes controls
Images comes to life of my soul that grows

I see all those trees all lined up standing still
… in Connecticut headed to Martha’s Vineyard
They do not talk back
But, if they did

What would, it states? Would they say?
“Am tired of being looked and poked
Please give me room to release CO2
Look, I may be naked in the winter

But, whom are you to critique?
Give me room/space
Don’t race me mad
Just wrapped me with love!”

Next time …
You see a tree
Bend your knees
In it, is God!”

With these messages and my tree voices
I like …
To conclude
My chlorophyll gives breathes

“Don’t crack jokes, please
Placed not, empty can beers
Leave a note, instead
Thanking me … why, I give you breathes

Note, I love you
Without discrimination nor hesitations
With endless shapes and colors
I ask, to be love back …

Those winds, bathes
Gives peace of mind
Endless love …
God lives, here!

All my trees’ leaves
Slowly leaving
The sun, warms
My torso, tree trunks stays with me.”

Yes, they all do
It’s God, that lives here
It’s God
Yes, it is God: Know that

Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet

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