Upon the bark,
cracks were open,
and, absorbed,
all passing depart
Crumbling cracked wood,
each piece retaining,
a woodland wild moon,
Theatre performances,
theatre of history, people,
love and, peace
Remaining auras,
that have floated through,
and, surrounds,
the crumbly,
cracking wood too
Sitting on tree bark,
It's telling you,
the wood beneath you,
hears and, feels,
while painting,
and, reviewing
natural art,
kept sealed in layers,
of the tree bark


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney