Monday, November 2, 2015

Trees



Nature’s softness
Reaches its branches
In an expression of solidarity
With a consciousness
We cannot understand

Humans craft a language
To describe a tree
Ascribing feelings
To the sap, the leaves, the roots
Yet no one knows except

The sapling nestling its trunk
Against the mother
Talking to the breeze
Knowing truth
With timeless clarity

As I walk
I cannot help but wonder
How it feels to be the earth
The sky, the wind,
The insect in the bark

And if they will be here next year
And the year after
I let my heart speak
Giving all I’ve got,
Imagining an answer.

2 comments:

A Word Witch said...

I especially liked this part; it really shines:

As I walk
I cannot help but wonder
How it feels to be the earth
The sky, the wind,
The insect in the bark

Stirling Davenport said...

Thanks for this inspiring comment, Lu. It's good to know what resonates.