There is something about trees.
Standing there solemnly,
watching us,
they stand guard
other their dappled,
sunlit kingdoms,
they sway gently,
stirring silently.
Kings, Queens both.
They survey their kingdoms
joyfully,
exulting in each creation,
loving each rabbit,
each robin,
each butterfly,
providing each
a secret lair.
They are vast, yet humble,
ancient, yet meek,
powerful, and yet,
they stir in the breeze.
They are beautiful,
unashamed,
in their majesty, yet,
they immerse themselves
in others glory.
They are simply trees,
and yet,
they take time
to whisper,
to me.
YOU ARE READING
Dawns mutterings
PoetryCompilation of poems, inspired by natures bounty. We are of the earth, so it is only fitting that it in turn inspires us. Although much of my poetry is in some way inspired by nature this small compilation highlights just how much it impacts all I d...
