Nahmint Valley
photo from The Heart of Vancouver Island
Everything on earth is reaching up:
small seedlings poke their way up towards the sun,
become tall trees whose branches kiss the sky,
fiddlehead ferns unfurl their tendrils one by one -
everything that grows is aiming high.
Babies crawl, then stand, then grow to six feet tall,
just so, our hopes ascend more than they fall.
Our eyes look upwards fifty times a day,
watching the light, the puffy clouds at play.
Water rises to heaven and falls as rain,
the cycle repeating, time and time again.
From birth to death, we're striving to grow wise,
and at the very end - our spirits rise.
for the Poetry Pantry at Poets United. Day 24
This is truly a lovely time of the year... the way our spirits raise -- like water I wonder where it will fall as rain.
ReplyDeleteOur spirits rise... such a thoughtful poem, as always your love for nature shining through.
ReplyDeleteluv the direction gaze
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday Sherry
much love...
ah....nicely done. Words so true....and when we feel a bit down, we look up at mountain and sky, we are comforted.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteWow, what a thoughtful treatment of growth, change, evolution. Each stanza tied seamlessly to its neighbor. Very nice job!
ReplyDeleteSteve K.
Lovely, Sherry. :-)
ReplyDeleteThis time of year is so full of promise, and you have captured the feeling perfectly.
Paul x
Water rises to heaven and falls as rain,
ReplyDeletethe cycle repeating, time and time again.
Such beautiful lines Sherry, a most wise and profound write :)
Lots of love,
Sanaa
"From birth to death, we're striving to grow wise"
ReplyDeleteLove this line. Also love the reverence in your poem, to all that rises. Amen!
Love all the cycles of life rising and falling until in the end we rise! Beautiful Sherry....
ReplyDeleteIn many ways this reminds me of the poem I just wrote and posted. From birth to death. And in the end there is something that we rise to.
ReplyDeleteOh I do love the idea of everything rising up.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful picture with a great poem... it is the time of growth now!
ReplyDeleteLovely.
ReplyDeleteYes, everything is reaching up. The trees, the grass, the flowers. We humans need to follow suit, to raise our arms to the heavens.
ReplyDeleteOur politics are spiralling down...
ReplyDeleteWowzers! Take my breathe away! What a glorious, life-affirming piece of writing. Splendid content - wonderfully rendered. Just beautiful, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteWhat an 'uplifting' poem Sherry. We are much like plant aren't we? Always reaching for the sun.
ReplyDeleteEverything in this poem speaks to hope, to optimism, to this truth: "our hopes ascend more than they fall."
ReplyDeleteoh i so needed this uplifting rhythm and lines today....
ReplyDeleteSpring brings its eternal message of growth and rising. Lovely my friend,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
This poem of beginnings, growth, falls, and renewals reflects a perspicacity that can only be borne from not only connection with the earth but also quiet wisdom. Enjoyed it very much.
ReplyDeleteFrom birth to death
ReplyDeletewe're striving to grow wise,
and at the very end
our spirits rise
That's the way it should be with lots of hope to do good. By doing so one feels good about it! Great lines Sherry!
Hank
The only way is up..we trip..we get back up..maybe it happens a thousand times but still we rise..hadn't thought of it like that - and the fiddlehead ferns made me :)
ReplyDeletewow, the poem blew me away. there's such a strong positive vibe to it. :)
ReplyDeleteA beautiful sense of reincarnation and rebirth, definately a song for spring.
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