Roots dig deep into the earth,
as branches reach towards the sky.
In between is everything
that grounds, and strives,
and makes me I.
The wind soughs and sighs;
rain on my leaves alive and glistening.
All is music,
and all of my being
is attuned,
and listening.
for Susan's Mid Week Motif: Trees
It's so important to remain grounded and to hold head high. Only then perhaps the ethereal music is heard...beautiful Sherry as always :)
ReplyDeleteLove the tree and I in one person, attuned to nature. Nice x
ReplyDeleteTo feel a part of the earth isn't as easy as it sounds - it takes patience and an open mind...and a whole lot of wisdom...
ReplyDeleteIn between is everything
ReplyDeletethat grounds, and strives,
and makes me I...
I love this, Sherry. You seem to have captured the melody of the trees themselves in these lines.
smiles...lovely...def the song of the woods...and feeling so alive in them...i feel you there...i feel the same...
ReplyDeleteTears here, Sherry ... "makes me I" ... "attuned and listening" ... perfect words to rhyme, pleasing pace and tone of gratitude. So brave to say so little and let it resound in my heart.
ReplyDeleteLovely perspective, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteAll is music,
ReplyDeleteand all of my being
is attuned,
and listening
Great ending Sherry. It caught the very essence of the goodness of rustling leaves and forest life that were alive if one cared to listen.
Hank
Sough is such a beautiful word. A very lyrical poem. One can almost hear the gentle sighing of the breeze through the leaves
ReplyDelete'and as I listen the leaves sing more, making a concerto encore' and the whole tree joins in the symphony putting the forest in a trance, as I with the tree begin to dance'-a beautiful poem Sherry remarkable inspiring
ReplyDeleteI do love it when the trees talk to me.
ReplyDeleteTree of life
ReplyDeleteloved this a lot..
ReplyDeleteGreat perspective for this poem.
ReplyDeleteOh, that's gorgeous, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, Sherry. I love the stress on listening.
ReplyDeleteI hear you singing in those trees Sherry. There is a comfort as we walk with the trees isnt there?
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