Monday, April 7, 2014

Their Little Talks

Organism, small existence
Swirling twirling dwarven space
Orbiting in tiny distance
Circles, representing human race

Mysterious, transparent rain drop
Reflecting first morning's light
Pinecone, shimmering liquid atop
Winking like a fairy sprite

Twisting branches extending down
Ancient bark squinting: what is in store?
Celestial Sun knighting with yellow crown
Shadows shrinking to roots they adore

Toes patter across pointed rocks
Red nail polish powdered with dirt
The woods love their little talks
When she comes to cry, to laugh, to flirt

She was not meant to be a mortal
In another life she was born a tree
Take off your shoes, step through the portal
Just feel the earth beneath you, just be