The Tree Whisperer

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