Trees

by Mira   Jan 9, 2005


The breath of the trees runs through my lungs
The silence of the wood strengthens my bones
The green of the leaves transfuses adrenaline into my blood
The rustling of the branches calms my soul

Sitting beneath the tall, old tree
Longing to absorb wisdom
How long it has been standing!
Observing many amazing scenes

Jovial children prancing about
Furry creatures scurrying around, collecting nibbles and tidbits
Birds resting on perches
Well-dressed couples roaming aimlessly
Peaceful snow floating upon the dark ground
Blooming flowers in sunny places

Intricate memories inside the serene tree
As well as terribly haunting ones

Brave soldiers slaughtering others for a cause they think is right
Laughter of young ones stabbing the heart of someone unique
Rejection of a long loved one
Staggering deer collapsing in a heap to be eaten later
Travel weary people stumbling with only a shawl to protect them from the wind

Heart-wrenching memories reside in the silent wood

Sitting beneath the tall old tree
Pondering over past and present
The tree still stands listening and watching
How extremely frustrating to see these scenes
Over and over again,
An endless cycle of ignorance,
And not be able to share its wisdom!
What patience this old tree must have to stand so still for so long!

Sitting beneath the tree
I close my eyes, listening to the rustle of branches
Inhaling the breath of the trees
Strengthened by the silent wood
Absorbing the knowledge of ages

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  • 19 years ago

    by Samantha

    I don't think all poetry should rhyme, and yours proves it.
    In my own poetry, something just makes me rhyme, with the flow. Mind you, I have quite a few poems that are very strictly free-verse. (lol)
    Lovely.
    Oh yeah, and I'm a grammar, punctuation, and spelling freak. :)