POETRY: THE NATURAL WORLD

Gap Between the Trees

They have a point

Trees

Our arrogance makes us deaf and stupid

Trees talk about us

Mycelium networks

Airborne pheromones

Trees laugh at us

Humans!

So little understanding of ecosystems

Trees despair of us

Supposed guardians but lightweights

Rootless and clueless

Trees disregard us

Moving on

Let the insects have a go

Eryn

And so the rain continues to fall

As I pick my way down the rock strewn path

In front of me, streams of water excavate the light moraine

A reshaping of the landscape

My neoteric experience

The hills wrapped in the eiderdown of the dark cloud look down

Comfort welcomed on their lonely vigil

I see a mass of trees

Old and stunted

But full of wisdom and joy

A life well lived

Not easy or without pain

Such trials shaped and honed

The living wood

Fissures and scars whisper the truth

I stop in a glade

To listen and learn

A gentle creaking is all I hear

As the breeze moves the ancient boughs

In perfect harmony

A deeper voice

Speaks to me inside

Of simple delights

Family

Close friends

Each link individual but connected

Specific stories but tipped into the mixing bowl

Streaks of vibrant colour combinations

Exquisite aromas

The depth and the breadth makes the beauty

A taste of what is to come

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