Arbor Dreams
a poem
--
Crossing the line
into the sublime,
into nowhere and everywhere
without a care.
The trees,
they spoke to me,
in soft whispers
carried on the breeze.
Sacred promises, timeworn truths,
stored in the roots,
buried through time,
in the fertile ground.
Waiting, waiting.
The ancient giants
sing through their leaves.
Swaying, unfurling, shading,
the never-ending song of creation.
Of never and always,
timeless in eternity,
Cycles of civilizations
rising,
falling,
forgotten,
rewritten,
changed,
but always the same.
The spark of humanity,
the eternal soul,
the indestructible power of love.
Mother Gaia spinning,
dancing in her universe
as life dips and swirls
in reverence of undiluted memories.
Bathing in the forest’s breath,
connecting to damp soil,
as nature’s symphony
echoes in the weighted silence.
Always to endure,
in the realities of
our heart centered beauty,
as the arbors dream
their never ending dreams.
Originally published on Vocal Media.
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