The most ancient ones
list to one side,
Validating the wisdom
of deep roots
And the essential of judicious
bending - of yielding to the storm.
Their trunks are
rough and scarred – evidence of time’s tests –
But robust and secure. Supporting a leafy canopy,
They reach out, seek
each other, shelter smaller species –
Haven from burning
sun and angry tempest.
The song of wind and
woodland fills the air –
Whispering swirl of
leaves above the groan of old timber –
One incomplete
without the other –
Sound echoing the
movement of new growth
Dancing in the breeze
and breathing in the moist air
Of a spring shower.
Beneath these boughs
I bend and breathe - one with the woodland
Inhale the new day -
Release anger and
regret -
Open my heart to give
and receive -
Share this moment –
all we really own.
Sally Beck
May 5, 2013
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