So slow the morning wakes...
stretching ancient limbs
to once more touch the sky
it's voice found in birdsong and in bark
in babbling brook and breeze
it's beauty seen in every scene and scenic view
life arising from death
as fallen tree breaks down and finds itself
once more a part of the forest
home to insect and grub
fertiliser to his fellow woodland giants
as once more morning breaks
with stretching ancient limbs
to once more touch the sky.
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
So slow the morning wakes...
stretching ancient limbs
to once more touch the sky
it's voice found in birdsong and in bark
in babbling brook and breeze
it's beauty seen in every scene and scenic view
life arising from death
as fallen tree breaks down and finds itself
once more a part of the forest
home to insect and grub
fertiliser to his fellow woodland giants
as once more morning breaks
with stretching ancient limbs
to once more touch the sky.
The oak or redwood and all between