the heart of trees
is strong and staunch
they exude power
through every branch

they're singing out
to calling birds
they woo and sigh
The wind their words

a canopy
With leaf is made
they bring us coolness
in their shade

no creature do they
shun... despise
their flowers rare
offering gifts to eyes

in spring they flower
in summer green
in autumn russet
their flames are seen

in winter ****
their branches bare
but they don't weep
in angst despair

for in the bud
which they will send
they bloom come spring
yes they bloom again!

they can be cut
to bring them pain
but never in vengeance
do they find gain

they make a home
for birds and bees
The lovely, gentle

heart of trees.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 3/21/2016

a gentle hillside
all daffodils and bluebells
neath an ice blue sky
cold winds blow in from the sea
dark waves becoming breakers
white foam filling the thin strand
seagulls sailing and wheeling
all around i hear them cry
and i stand on this hillside
among the grass and flowers
with my cheeks red and stinging
and think about you and i
without an answer