Friday, July 11, 2025

To the Trees I Go



I walk the path
in a green and peaceful woods,
the branches arching o'er
as if in prayer,
as if a hidden sepulchre
we share,
and I find a measure of peace
while I am there.

White Crow caws once
as if in sad adieu,
(looked long into my eyes
before he flew.)
I watch him go, a mix
of awe and rue.
(What message he imparted,
I never knew.)

It's to the trees I go
when I need rest.
My spirit sore,
make of their peace a nest;
tucked in my heart,
I go my way, thrice blessed.
It's to the trees I go,
when I need rest.


A second poem answering the prompt "Rest".

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