There is poetry in the trees

This was composed and published as part of a collection a few years ago, when I had not yet started this blog post. Re-publishing the same for your reading pleasure.

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There is poetry in the trees

There is poetry in the trees, they say,

One just needs to feel that way.

From cold mountain plateaus to the warmest plains

It is the trees, they say, that bring the rains.

The solitary tree in an arid land

Provides that shade to a travellers’ band;

From dense, dark forests to grassy knolls

The trees and we are kindred souls.

Across forests, meadows and shadowy glen

Their presence has molded the thoughts of men.

They do not speak – in pain or strife

Yet always, silently - they reflect our life.

In prayer and in peace, we use their leaves

A unique story – each tree weaves.

There is poetry in the trees, they say,

One just needs to feel that way.

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