Today I found a beautiful evergreen tree, curled up onto one of it’s branches and listened to the rain, this poem came to me. I hope that you enjoy this love letter to the wise watchers, those trees that just make you gape in awe at their timelessness. Here is a recording from the branches of my tree muse, the text and below that the story of how it came to be. Enjoy!
In the embrace of your boughs
I feel the smallness of a young child
in awe at the lines on an elders face.
Touching them with questioning fingers,
knowing that you have witnessed time’s slow march
and survived it.
The reassuring sway of your leaves,
whispering words of comfort to my questioning soul.
Sheltering me from the rain,
creating a caccoon of comfort against the unpredictable elements,
as I unburden myself of my troubles.
The strength of your branches to hold not just my fragile frame
but the weight of the world that has heaped onto my shoulders.
It fills me with wonder,
the weightless feeling of being held in the arms
of a wise being, a watcher
The timelessness of your holding
and the grace in which you stand
makes me wonder how many other
you have witnessed and held in your time here on this Earth.