The Fellowship of Green and Blue

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The fellowship of green and blue

Or white, is good for me and you

And we can learn a thing or three

Within the honest company

Of wide-flung skies and friendly breeze

That stirs kind whispering of trees

They do not bother to repeat

Those things less kind or true or sweet

Its shade is free and equal, for

We are all people, nothing more

No invitation needed, just

A purposed sort of wanderlust

To walk a thoroughfare of sod

And talk without a word to God

A tree does not ask for a name

Or judge the place from whence we came

It spreads its arms with charm sincere

And beckons us, come here, come here

Where time enough pulls out a chair

And fills our cups with pure, fresh air

The sky has open, honest eyes

It wears no pretense or disguise

The wild-bloom none can own or boast

Nor fence it in with chain and post

And I think everyone would be

More like the sky or bloom or tree

If we, instead of push and rush

And blame, would listen where the hush

Of nature bears an attitude

Of patience; Earth is never rude

© Janet Martin