A Forest Sprang

I asked the trees
From whence they came,
They smiled at this and danced again,
Then pointed limbs to moonlit sky,
As if to say ‘Look not at I’.

I asked the moon
What she might know,
Of how such wonder came to grow,
With silent grace her gaze she cast,
Upon the wind now rolling passed.

I asked the wind
The same once more,
His voice from howl to mighty roar,
‘Ask not the wind I only sow,
In Earth alone can giants grow.’.

A mount I climbed
To have her tell,
But on that peak to knees I fell,
For in response she shook the ground,
And seed burst forth with ancient sound.
And as the Earth
Her words she sang,
From tiny seed
A forest sprang,
Though I now know from whence they came,
In trees the magic still remains.