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Sylvan Wisdom
refreshing and warm
these raindrops that fall
drifting as faery wings resting
upon a maze of greenery
where pastel flowers bloom and
emerald shoots dance upon the
earth their dance of life
underneath the sodden leaves
where little birds run for cover
while the king watches from his throne
as everything keeps changing
yet remains the same
the old oak tree
has stood through
the test of Gods time...
he knows he stands alone
after the rain has quenched
the thirst of the earth
bees and butterflies flit and
flutter silently through his branches
a lone squirrel caresses his bark
chirping eagerly as he runs down
sniffing about at the new scents
brought forth in a burst of life
just as all of nature
whispers her loving tune
wild and free in
an orbiting forest
the old oak tree still stands
through many seasons
the chill of the winter, the heat of the summer
he knows he stands alone...
these raindrops that fall
drifting as faery wings resting
upon a maze of greenery
where pastel flowers bloom and
emerald shoots dance upon the
earth their dance of life
underneath the sodden leaves
where little birds run for cover
while the king watches from his throne
as everything keeps changing
yet remains the same
the old oak tree
has stood through
the test of Gods time...
he knows he stands alone
after the rain has quenched
the thirst of the earth
bees and butterflies flit and
flutter silently through his branches
a lone squirrel caresses his bark
chirping eagerly as he runs down
sniffing about at the new scents
brought forth in a burst of life
just as all of nature
whispers her loving tune
wild and free in
an orbiting forest
the old oak tree still stands
through many seasons
the chill of the winter, the heat of the summer
he knows he stands alone...
Published 25th Oct 2013
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25th Oct 2013 2:51am
25th Oct 2013 3:14am
This one takes me right there...that indefinable place that only the deep forest can take me. You don't see enough of Old Growth these days...the ancient mighty oak is a rare sight now. Cut down for the sake of shopping malls & parking lots. Ugh. Brilliantly conveyed atmospheric poetry, Nikki. Love the woodsy wildness in your words.
25th Oct 2013 5:33am
it's a beautiful poem, so much description in it. but in all that activity, the lonely old oak tree...
31st Mar 2020 6:01pm
2nd to the last spill
in Your book, Book of Thorns (Yes, i still have this book You sent to me)
in Your book, Book of Thorns (Yes, i still have this book You sent to me)
1st Apr 2020 00:46am
I sent you one.. gosh has been a long time and I have a foggy mind it seems
1st Apr 2020 00:49am
