Trees

 

Swaying in the breeze,

Silence all around

Except the whisper of leaves

Speaking in a language

Only heard by the soul,

A soft melody

Full of meaning

Not understood

Only felt.

They watch with sympathy,

With understanding so deep

Compassion so true

That guilt is cleansed and

Hope sprouts up like a lovely

Seedling needing only

To be loved and nurtured.

Reviews

[Eternally Elemental]

Trees don't judge you! Which is what I love about them most. Unbiased and unprejudiced.
So if you crash with your car you can't say that it jumped in your way. And when you're on a long stretch of road with a toilet 4 Kilometers ahead you can relieve yourself and the trees will not tell anyone! No awkwardness! :D

Only the pure feeling of oneness with your surroundings. And the goody green flavor of the air. If you lick fast enough you can taste it :D
Not really... but it would be cool if you could.

I am a creation believer so what I love most about this piece is that it portrays all the qualities and traits of its source. Qualities that we are all capable of but only few choose to exercise. It just feels right being around nature.

This poem just felt right :)

[Sasha]

~ this poem fills me with a sense of serenity; communing with trees does give one that feeling.
I loved the flow, and feel of this poem...and that picture has long been a fave of mine, too.

*hugs*

Sasha xx

[Jibey]

I agree with Mike... The language of Nature is always powerful and I find many spiritual lessons in the beauty of the many trees and plants that give so much to us. I liked the way this poem flowed...

[Sean Allen]

Many of my favorite poems are about trees and this one is among those I have liked the most. The last line describing a seedling that only needs love is beautiful.

[Anastasia Starlena]

this is a beautiful piece. I like the way it flows and the beautiful imagery you create here. You can almost hear that gentle whisper of the leaves.

[Big ol' Kahuna]

Nicely done and so mellow; very relaxing read. This makes me think of phenomenon and the comfort of the trees after the main guy passed, and the conversations that he and she had enjoyed before. Sort of a stop and smell the roses type of regard, for me anyway.
I know for myself, and I would bet for almost everyone, if they truly asked themselves and thought about it, they would find as I have that I and we never spend as much time looking at the sky, or the plants, or the trees, or each others eyes. Too much time looking at the tv, at the shrinking world around us, at the indoors, at the computer. Sometimes we need to stop and catch a breath, and that is what this poem has meant to me.
Nice job, as always, oh talented Honeypot! :)

[Samuel Dickens]

Your economical but meaningfull word usage makes for easy reading and comprehension. Very nice work, Honeypot--I like your style of writing.