Visions of jeweled trees are visions.
Visions of dreaming gods are visions.
I have one vision.
.
With open eyes I see life in quiet stones.
Every pebble sits.
Every green tree sits and breathes.
Everywhere is a great Waiting.
Rage, anger, sadness are everywhere
And everywhere stillness, love and surrender.
A Poet's Indulgence 
Alice, I love this one! Your belief in the stones being alive and the trees is mirrored by my own. Beautiful and strong words. Thank you for sharing!!