Easy love

"What do you love?"

A still, small voice asked me

One day as I walked through the forest.

"Oh, " I said, "I love the trees."

"How do you love them?" Asked the voice.

"It is easy. I walk among them and sit at their roots and breathe their air."

"Walk with Me." Said the voice. "And sit at My feet. And breathe My air. It is easy."