TREE
by Gary R. Hess
Dancing in the wind,
they shook their fingers
with movement made
by songs of peace
to remind them of
their moment
in nature’s breast
with serenity and joyfulness.
Their Spring paste
was escaping them.
widdled and shrunken
like a Senior’s hands–
time has left
their somber side.
–
Sometimes we see the Earth alive and moving. We see it breathing, swaying, walking, running, and even talking to us. This was one of those times for me. The beauty nature has and what it does for us is remarkable. It is irresistible to write down on paper for the world to read and feel. I hope you enjoyed reading this nature poem with its personification as much as I did writing it.
