Post by Elijah on Apr 27, 2010 16:51:31 GMT -5
Trees whispering
twisting, turning.
Roots, a jumbled maze
of knots
Roots like veins
pumping the lifeblood,
the sunlight;
the air we breathe.
Without the whisper,
without the maze,
there is nothing.
No air so clean
no fog, no haze,
nothing.
Nothing.
And knots are like marks
of age
and the wise ways
of growth and nature.
Natural beauty
Natural whispers.
Conversations of hosts
now frozen in bodies
of bark and sap
Like gods, helping us live
through the gift of our breath
Like gods, providing a blanket
from heat
Yet forgotten, forgotten.
Figures of decor
like gods, ignored forever.
twisting, turning.
Roots, a jumbled maze
of knots
Roots like veins
pumping the lifeblood,
the sunlight;
the air we breathe.
Without the whisper,
without the maze,
there is nothing.
No air so clean
no fog, no haze,
nothing.
Nothing.
And knots are like marks
of age
and the wise ways
of growth and nature.
Natural beauty
Natural whispers.
Conversations of hosts
now frozen in bodies
of bark and sap
Like gods, helping us live
through the gift of our breath
Like gods, providing a blanket
from heat
Yet forgotten, forgotten.
Figures of decor
like gods, ignored forever.
