Song of the Tree
If
I
was
a
tree
I’d
hold out
my
branches in
the
wind that moves
the
clouds around and I’d
feel
it in my needles and cones and
let
it sift through my swaying limbs singing
all
the
way
to my roots and vibrating
the earth with its song
of life of joy of the music
of the spheres as they spin.
#184
Linda Studley 
Ah, I think I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree. But yours is darn close. Remember what I was telling you in April that ASL poetry does not repeat sound to create rhythm, it repeats handshapes? Your poem reminds of what I am just beginning to fathom, how much deaf people think in pictures. I will show to MK to see what he thinks. Gosh, your creative well is deep!
…what’s that Lassie? There’s a poet at the bottom of the well? OMG!!