…..
I am listening to these trees.
They know a few things. They speak
in breeze, and they have wisdom
to impart. See all that
blue? They’ve seen it, too, for years.
They’ve wrangled tears from sky
and sent them down this hill
to spill into indigo center. I know
I’m just a renter of this skin, but
there are things I’d like to know,
quiet gifts I’d like to be given.
If I wait here long enough, breath
held, eyes closed, they might whisp
-er what I seek. If I stay still and
small and bid them all good morning,
these pine magi might just set
me free.
…..
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Oh, sigh…such beauty. I love to stand beneath them and soak their wisdom…
Love, love this:
“there are things I’d like to know,
quiet gifts I’d like to be given.
If I wait here long enough, breath
held, eyes closed, they might whisp
-er what I seek. ”
xoxo
AHHH, they will indeed. Enjoy your visit. Still jealous. 😉
I like “pine magi” immensely.
“They speak in breeze” That takes me in….I can hear it, that gentle rustling, so calming!
I have always felt that trees were about the best things created ever. And you summed it up so beautifully!
Goosebump worthy my friend! I love listening to those pine magi–they whisp-er such beautiful things 🙂