Being Held by Mother Earth

The trees stand tall and majestic.
They are unclothed.  Their bare limbs are showing.
Yet they are proud.  Not at all cowered by their winter exposure.
I look around.  No one is here.
I put my arms in the air, plant my feet on the ground.
I try to feel what the tree feels.
Rooted to the Earth.
Stretching towards the Heavens.
Solid yet flowing in the slight wind.
I look around again.
Still no one.
With my arms held high, I deliberately sway. 
I wonder what it would be like to be gently swayed by the wind.
I think it would be delightful.  
Like being rocked in the arms of Mother Earth.
I look around again.
A mother and child are approaching.
I drop my arms and continue walking.