Birds tweet though they're hiding from me
I long for the scent of the trees
The echoes from the canyon walls
The cool shade by the running stream
That fleetingly mirrors my face
I am the one that does no harm
Crown of pine trees whisper some words
As they bend in a gust of wind
Never blind to a human form
A body that doesn't belong
Who may cut or snare and destroy
Now soft breezes kiss my pale cheeks
Some butterflies flitter around
Other insects now buzz and hum
I sit down my back to a tree
So everything relaxes again
Furry ones come out to feed
My forest is empty no more
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Escaping from the hurly-burly of the city is a must. We should be given the chance to embrace silence, aid by the smooth and gentle breeze.
ReplyDeleteI love the thought of all things living hiding from me... We are the intruders and need to tread lightly...
ReplyDeleteit is good to plant ourselves and become solid and true..like a tree - i felt the magic in this like a dream..chasing and then finding peace
ReplyDeleteAh. This makes me long for a silent escape.
ReplyDeleteI like the imagery and the overall flow of the verse. Very well penned.
-HA
Crown of pine trees whisper some words
ReplyDeleteAs they bend in a gust of wind
Such splendid imagery here :D
Powerfully expressed.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
hopeful!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful to give oneself to the experience of the natural world.
ReplyDeleteOooh.....this makes me long for a walk in the woods :-)
ReplyDeleteReading this poem, I felt the peace of that forest. I especially love your sitting down, so the creatures could all come out, unafraid. Loved this.
ReplyDeleteI love that first line... "birds tweet though they hide from me." A great beginning.
ReplyDeleteOh those soft gentle forest breezes...being in nature. You have captured it beautifully here Robin! I am there in that picture.
ReplyDeleteThis is very pretty.
ReplyDeleteAh, even if the birds are hiding as they tweet, their music gives us joy...even though they are out of sight. I like how you described nature in this poem. It makes me feel peaceful to read it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, I feel a yearning to a return to nature, protection of it as well.
ReplyDeleteLove the feel of this and the walk through the woods.
ReplyDeleteFurry ones come out to feed
ReplyDeleteMy forest is empty no more
A discovery of how much the little creatures add to the feelings of relaxation and peace in the jungle. Very true Old Egg!
Hank
This is lovely. Now I want to visit a forest, sit by a tree and enjoy.
ReplyDeleteAn empty forest? I can't imagine it! I'm glad yours was filled again.
ReplyDeleteI'm sensing a peaceful acceptance in this write :-)
ReplyDeleteZQ
Forests... Thats the God created earth.. Everything is man made!
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