ancient mystical tree
| His feet were solid in the earth beneath me
His hair played in the stars above me His skin was rough against my cheek My arms circled him and I felt his strength I saw his frozen drops of sweat like diamonds in the moonlight I breathed in his musty odor Remembering a younger time when nature was my second mother He felt in my embrace everything I longed to say and like a kind old grandfather aged by a hundred years of wind and rain he pulled me in and gave me peace I grew up next to a forest and I wrote this poem when I was about 14. I loved the ageless timeless feeling of the tall trees. No matter what was happening in my life they always seemed so peaceful. When we went on the flower walk last year, I saw this tree… |
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