behind the sky

i could see the leaves
swaying in unimaginable directions;
all at once they tried to break free of one another
on the same limb stretching for different poles of the earth
while, below that, lightning illuminated every blade of grass -
there's music bursting through
at 50mph that dances with the trees,
heavy and dark with the masculinity
of a symphony by brahms,
as if they were waves being pulled by the moon.
every stretch of their peak movement
was a noticeable contrast against the backlight of the sky
and sky spoke out its bright protest
with more of god's breath heavily following,
"be still", i heard it speak, "you must give me way"
tree replied, "then make your way,
i have not the strength nor desire to fight."
the tree were strong, peaceful in reply -
the tree were bonding arm in arm with brisk submission -
the tree were many in all, but also one in all.