feeling for feeling -
fingertips, foundations, friends,
they slip, they slip

i know not what i once knew,
but for always and forever,
there is more to know

growth is the answer that i get,
to whatever question i decidedly ask,
it's roots deepening and branches reaching

and the pain, it's brief, but deep,
haven't felt it in awhile,
but i know it's the good kind

loss is inevitable, but so is strength,
and the buckets never seem to empty,
no matter how much is poured

so, i will swim, paddle, and float
my way to a better existence
beyond the ether and into a new day

Blue skies
and not a cloud in sight.

and whisperings reach far,
mocked goodbyes
and the scent of pine.

connect
with nature,
disconnect from your heart.
we come from dust and to dust we return.

oh! did you skin your knees?
no? just one?
that's OK, brush it off,
return to dust.

lying beside a fallen tree,
flowers grow from your mouth,
your brain; the perfect nutrient
for a sappling.
return to dust.

feel the dirt in your fingers,
feel the sun on your face,
feel the wind through your shirt,
return to dust.

no rain for California,
no relief from the relentless,
we owe gratitude to the dinosaurs
in this age of gasoline.
return to dust;
fuel the next generation's gasoline driven engines,
return to dust.

a tree
young sappling grown
in fertile soil well  sunned and dappled
grew hard strong tall and known
to all the creatures of the forest

his free
dancing in the breeze
drew squirrels from far and near
every creature within the bounds
of the forest around to see and hear

his breath
of maturity at a young ripe
age the color of his bark so clear
his limbs as strong as any seen

brought wide acclaim fame
and infamy because
one day he had the nerve to
walk away

pull up roots
make a way down the mountain top
to a place the evergreen
is not supposed to be

right in the middle of the
river flowing
and it weren't no breeze
nor typhoon

that set him there
it was his own free will
and he cooled his root and
sang hymns

to her

My name is etched into the bank's clay,
            all of the molecules of impure water
            will erode my letters from such a marker.
The trees die, and so do their carvings,
falling to a moldy pile of a weakened sappling.
              I will be forgotten.
              No effort can leave my name in
                     ink upon all of the trees,
                            and their trees
                                  and so on
                                           ad infinitum.
I will die; so will my name-
            How vain am I to think I am special?

I know.
It takes more than a minute to burn down a forest.

What about a sappling?

Where in wandering did I go wrong,
or in sailing plot such course?
Now my heart hears echoes like a song,
that resonates from golden source.

That in breathing in I can't let go,
does my error lie in body, or in soul?
What is this sight that holds me so,
as if a wanderer could find his goal.

How is it that that which freezes
also frees me, then sinks me deeper below?
Til' gasping I find again the surface breezes
cresting with the waves that grow.

And how does this storm crashing upon me,
with each wave bear true, like sailor seeking home,
or, like vagabond in forest finding perfect comraderie?
Perhaps I am only dreaming, with further lands and seas to roam.

Yet, don't I question rightly any dream that wakes
and stirs, as if to bloom, watering, as if to flourish?
I wonder, as my inhaled breathe like a sappling shakes,
is the storms weight for roots to take, or is it just to crush?

As I gaze on you, you must think I'm dull,
for in this storm you find me in a lull,
but the pause between waves is not empty, but full.
If I found words for you, they would be wonderful!

Still, even if words were found enough to sonnet fit,
for your beauty, I would lack the wit.
Even if I could craft a sunset,
only a sunrise would be adequate.

JOIN HANDS

Earlier I had appealed to everyone, instead of giving flowers, give a flower *** with a sappling, a bamboo or money plant.

Teach school children to sow fenugreek methi or corriander dhanya, they will learn a lot from this.

Just imagine every city's road with five rows of trees.. one in the centre n two on both sides of the foot paths.
Politicians, industrialists, military big bosses should all take up this MOST IMPORTANT ISSUE.

School n college kids, scouts, girl guides, NCC students should all take up this mission on war footing

Armin Dutia Motashaw