Beneath the tree, listen…
your name whispered in the breeze.
Sink deeper into your Self,
like the roots of this ancient one.
Let the rustle of her leaves calm you;
a meditation from above,
and below.
Lean back and feel,
her strength in you.
Rooted, wild and free.
Over to you:
Sandi! We have a very large old pine on our property that I call The Grandmother! I love to be by this tree. I swear she grounds me!
Lori
I love trees Sandy…I’m a great big tree hugger and they feed my soul. Your poem is just beautiful.