Trees, And Skies, And Poets That Sigh

There is much to think about when you look up at a tree

Photo by Zach Lezniewicz on Unsplash

A poem inspired by chopping up the trees we cleared to build our home, and yesterday we hauled and cut up for firewood

Trees, And Skies, And Poets That Sigh

Trees tickle the sky with feathery wands
magically sparking the sun to light

The shy moon beams and life responds
When that luminous mirror glows bright

Trees give us the world from spores to frogs
Trees give us the world from seedlings to logs

Trees also shudder when thundering down
To rest in soft moss that blankets the ground

Whenever a chain saw snarls at trees
They lay down their lives among fallen leaves

We dismember their limbs to love a warm fire
eating cherry pie grown by trees and desire

A tree gave me paper to write poetry
A tree made my desk. Please, go plant a tree.

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