The sun shines over those green trees
It makes the river greener
My mind happier
The birdsong makes the silence
Sound like a symphony
I can hear the leaves on the branches
Trembling by the soft and fresh wind
My feet in the cold water
Make the trees reflecting on it all blur
Those ravens remain quiet for once
This place makes the ravens peaceful
This is my definition of enchantment
Never allowed to grow
Small perfect leaves
On small well pruned branches;
To please the eye
Of miniature torturers.
Cramped in a micro life,
Within un-natural boundaries.
The promise of a tree
Never really fulfilled,
Beyond a whisper.
Fussed over relentlessly,
Like an O.C.D.
Perfect shape and form,
Trained from natural beauty,
To sit on a shelf
Hidden from reality.
As your love fills my woods,
Your heart beats like the heavy raindrops on the street.
Your hair like the movement of the leaves,
Your voice like a the whispering of the wind.,
Your eyes, so gray as the calming sky.
Your smell, the reminder of my favourite moment
Your body as a strong tree, so beautiful and magnificent.
You are my autumn,
You bring the most memorable times to me.
Still love you
I came upon a man
weary now with age
with a deep cracked tan
He looked and told
of the old forest
that reflects ones soul
Is that why I walk
and only see eyes
that follow and stalk
Me through the trees
dark and sunken
as they peer at me
He was an old god. His knowledge was a warning.
I walked my walk, learnt people aren't permanent.
Remember this my tree, you'll just die in peace.
Must have been cold to get uprooted for nothing, while they say it's for their own thing.
Would be ironical if they make a diary out of your leaves.
And sure will they in joy, whilst leaving you to torment.
Rot you my trrrrrree.....
A tree that is ignored all through it's life, is the witness of everything that has happened around!
To the humble ant,
A blade of grass is a tree,
In a vast forest.
They leave like leaves.
They leave from naked trees scattering their colours to the winds; in search, in death, in life, and the stronger the winds blow them away the more wary of their nakedness they become, but somehow the winds carry them back & the trees turn onto new leaves.
A gust of wind pass
my house It rattle my windows and uproot my tree without asking.
©️ A B Faniki 09/18/2019 a gust of wind is a rattler it rattle anything it touches and in a show of force it uproot tree and those what it want