If trees could talk,
What would they say?
If they could walk,
Would they also play?
Leaves tremble in silent breeze.
Their colors change, as seasons please.
Fruit for the plucking.
Bees—nectar sucking.
Giants with myriad homes,
Rest for the weary soul.
Hewn down.
Unable to escape—fire, flood, disease…
Yet in their shadowed glen
A piercing light, God may send,
Peaceful repose.
Quiet thought.
Still abode.
Without words,
My thick-trunk friend may speak,
Livingness in green and gray.
Playfully taking me places,
My feet may never dwell.
A spirit’s deep wishing-well.
Photo https://pixabay.com/pt/illustrations/paisagem-natureza-ver%C3%A3o-floresta-4026168/
A. K. Frailey
As a teacher with a degree in Elementary Education who has taught in big cities and small towns, Ann Frailey homeschooled all of her children. She manages her rural homestead with her kids and their numerous critters, authors books, and writes a Friday blog alternating between short stories and her My Road Goes Ever On series. Put Your Mind in a Better Place—Entertainment for Life