Speak trees, speak!
Let your truths be known!
Oh, if it could, wood would speak
And let wisdom be shown
Yet they are seemingly silent
But oh the stories they’d tell
The events they’ve witnessed
The people they’ve seen
That trees give us life
We ought to remember well
Though their tales
They may never tell
And yet,
Trees do speak
In a sense
Very silently
Woodly wisdom they lend
Are you listening?
Teaching us about being rooted and grounded
In a steady foundation, a sturdy land
Not in the sand
By who’s hand?
Receiving life from water and earth
Giving life of greatest worth
Food, air, and sometimes shelter
Even shade when in sun we’d smelter
A servant to all
An enemy to none
Though through happenstance
Maybe a killer to some
But woods would not have it this way,
Had woods the chance to say
What’s on a tree’s mind?
If you listen you’ll find
Trees can be your friend
And to you wisdom lend
As well as fruit
For to show
You love and truth,
Life as only they know
About the Creator
Conjury
Poetry, reveries, and streams of consciousness. Musings, revelries, and free dreams of consonance. Metaphysics, philosophy, and magick cognizance. Writing things that make me high and do a dance.
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