Coming home in the aftermath of a storm-plagued day,
I find solace in the sway of the tall gentle trees,
Old with withered branches,they lean against the sunset,
Providing fellowship with their untold tales of elder days
And deep set love of the wild and unspoiled.
The woods crave our loneliness…
Trees we once climbed and swung from,
Bound with our sorrows and joys…
They have become companions
Disrobing us of our worldliness
Until we again become purple shadows under
Their leafy wings.
Let us lend our armor of softness
To Mother Nature,
Let us brush newborn leaves against
The human mind,
And conjure, with our creativity,
Dreams of forests growing safely
Under a clear and peaceful sky,
Minding nothing but their own
I swam through the forest
With sunshine in my hands
My thoughts nailed to trees
Like satin veils
Obscuring the world in lavender pale.
The waves brought me further
Into a field of wrecked sails
Where ropes were withered
By sea and salt.
Eventually I arrived to a shore
Where only the bodiless could port
And I threw my skinny tethers
And I was reborn.