Wisdom From Trees
In air of forest shade,
among the sturdy roots,
I patiently await the gift
of freshly fallen fruit.
From lush trees etched in light,
I hear sounds of rebirth -
like songbirds waking in their nests
above cool, mossy earth.
And from their lasting leaves,
I feel a healing strum.
Within my heart, wisdom resounds,
like soft beats of a drum.
In crisp and gentle winds,
my bare arms feel caressed,
as I envision blooms in spring,
just like a welcomed guest.
And like the tallest tree,
limbs ancient reaching sky,
My hands reach up to seek the Lord’s
greatest wisdom on high.
Love echoes through the trees
from verdant bough to root,
from tender bud to thickened bark
from falling leaf to fruit.
Written 5/23/22
for Wisdom from Trees Contest
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2022
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