Speech of Trees

The sound of growing things...so hard to hear.

move yielding ground unseen

creations space

unheard voice echoes beneath

rooted depth

calm sound wakeful dreams

sunrise beckons

life's reach above endless sky

boughs stretch

trembling twigs branch new

breezes met

whispering timeless tongue

language ancient

remembered tone complete

Author's Note

all comment is welcome

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I have always felt empathetic for trees. We have much to learn from them - how they bend without breaking - how they let go. I love the allegory here, the unheard voice echoing beneath its rooted depth, the boughs, stretching. Whispering timeless tongue, language ancient...

What an extraordinary piece to have stumbled upon.

[LE Berry]

You've found the connect with them as well. Thank you for your kind review Kelly.

[Starling]

I am glad I found this - trees are magical to me. This poem does their magic justice and gives me happy feels!

[Robert Trakofler]

I feel a twisting of time in your lines as i read them unfold in the slow cadence to the witnessing. when i think of trees I always get this sense of a defiance in a slow inexhaustible push unending unyielding push up out down across motion simultaneously powerful and gentle. I didn't know you could speak tree Berry no end to your talents

[LE Berry]

Thanks Robert! You know... I do speak to them...but most times I don't think they're listening...being human and not as bright as I should be... I have to work on more subtle forms of communication. Thanks again for your very generous review Robert...

[Ted Kniffen]

You have struck a chord, L.E. Trees are not only beautiful, but necessary, and yet we clear cut them to build houses.
Where I live, the trees are occupied by cicadas and when they emerge the trees begin to sing...it can make a summer evening very enjoyable.

Maybe its Tolkien's Ents that lead the way.

A good write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is phenomenal...i love trees, especially the Maples in New England during fall...i listen to them then...
i listen to trees now...the wind and the rain let them speak...
an ancient language that maybe poets do understand...

sometimes quiet has the loudest voice.

j.

[LE Berry]

I agree with you Jacob...to me trees are symbolic of magic at work on earth. You do understand...