The Tree Whisperer
Nov 13, 2020
A poem
Blue sky expands,
For the golden beams to shine through
everything turns gold with its touch
From the tiny balcony blooms to deep rooted, ancient trees;
Glowing with their daily dose of nourishment
Zig-zag swirls left behind by the wheels
The journey sang its own serene, melody in spite of
the misty air clouding the view
Leaves sway, rustle to wind’s rhythms and
it felt too familiar
Yet, it was hard to ignore the secrets whispered
It reminded me silently of its power
to stay grounded,
Thousands of years have passed by
nothing could shake it up though
Still standing firm whispering as lives passes by
