On the Equinox I see
The golden light
Of the trees in their roots
Balanced with
The golden light in the leaves.
Once one sees, they believe.
On the Equinox, my scythe
Of harvest rests at my boots.
For this day I rest my fight,
And have chats with a tree.
What I hint at in this poem is about how trees are sentient and can communicate. Spend enough time alone in the woods and you’ll understand what I mean. The other thing that I reference is the ability to see the golden prana, or life force, running through the trees. I first understood that the trees have light when, on the dark of the moon near the summer solstice, my Dad took me outside to show me that even though there was no celestial light, the trees for miles around were glowing. You can open up your perception to see the tree light at any time.
Brigid Faye, Reader 
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