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Zywa 23h
Take good care of trees,

they are an example of --


self-development.
With a photo of Madelief dK and Pieter W, and Dory dK (three generations) under a tree on top of the hill (February 21st, 2003, Wolhusen)

Collection "Dearme"
Visvod 1d
Their eyes are the same
but the glint is different.
What if you're the only one
seeing this side of them?
You are. (You aren't.)

Aren't you so special?

They're so charming. Seductively kind. Disarming.

Wake up. The lumberjack is pointing the chainsaw at your neck.

It's time to see the forest for the trees
or feel their roots absorb you for nutrients.
Your choice.
...Well not anymore.

You had your chance.
Now become one with the decaying forest in eternal vows.
Instincts are primal adaptations that saved us from imminent danger. Never let someone bypass your internal alarms because you let them smash the keypad.
The sure fire cure,
To a spirit rotting your mind,
Is to leave your spirit behind.
Find somewhere where nobody knows your name,
Except the trees who know everything,
Rebuild your spirit there.
Fresh as the smell of pine,
Strong as the flesh of oak.
Remember what you were born to do,
And do it more.
When changing tradition,
Or burning books of lore,
You must keep the few that remain true,
Then dance in the ashes of the rest.
Mental health and illness is a battle. In the end we should heed the advice of professionals, but pioneer to find personal cures. Something to heal or help until we reach a place of peace.
The birds chirp and chatter, singing your praises like a choir in a woodland chapel.
A quiet river flows and murmurs, reminding me of your ever-giving essence.
The lush moss and foliage cover the forest floor forming an earthy tapestry.
This forest is flush with life and offers me sanctuary.
In this solitude, something breaks away, and I can feel your presence.
I long to lie on the soft earth and wrap myself in it like a warm embrace.
I wish to burrow into the trees that graciously lend me their profound wisdom and boundless strength.
You search for me, and I willingly unveil my heart.
In this moment, I have you, God, along with all of your creations, and this peace and wonder is all I desire.

-Rhia Clay
Up to the trees I go,
Further north where fresh water flows.
Travel preparations with my heart aching,
Home is where I’m free,
Left alone just to be.
Not in this gloomy place,
Not within this heat wave.
Like a pioneer,
I pack my bags,
Leaving behind the places I know,
In search of the places,
Where I’ll grow.
I’m on the road, making my way up to the mountains. Travel is good for the soul, you shouldn’t dwell in the same places for too long.
Lee Jul 20
I don’t know the ocean
And she doesn’t know me
Surely she remembers more
But I’m a mountains and trees girl
Patience is key
Written on the balcony of the condo we rented for the week
Amber trees shed leaves
To make an earthy cradle
For new seeds to grow.
Saw a haiku. Felt like putting one together.
Laura Claes Jul 3
Every purest element in life reminds me of you
cause I know you feel the magic too
The moon, stars, warmth of a gentle sun
sound of the wind, trees
those special spots in the forest where we run.

L.C.
Laura Claes Jul 2
She's a pure hearted girl
with the happiest soul
She talks to the moon
listens to the trees
speaks with the animals
and compliments the flowers

Yet, often she feels sad
because she loves too much
and thinks too deep
Her nights are sometimes dark
But every time
she pulls herself back together
and decides
that her personality
is too positive
to be so negative.

L.C.
lyla Jun 22
i listen in
to the whisper of the trees-
like a silence that the earth
can’t quite hold,
words that try to be secrets
kept between the land and the sky
but the wind grips my sap-stained palms
and the branches reach into my soul
like bones crawling out of a grave
and into the air
quietly
but there.
wrote this at a poetry workshop
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