Gift
Sit by the tree and lean in its branches
Let thoughts settle and quiet, hush and still
As day becomes night and night becomes day
All that is past is whispered away
It folds you within
Listen to its story
The story is yours, your path revealed.
‘I will be your guide
All that you need you will find inside’
‘Which way to go?’
‘Let me show you the way
All that you need you will find here today.’
So be still and listen
By the listening tree
From roots in the earth
To leaves in the sky
It shows you the way
and your soul starts to fly
Know it is yours
and whatever your need
Will always be answered by the listening tree.
posted by Peace Bird
I’m not certain who wrote this (no name) but is absolutely lovely…..
Lori
September 8, 2006 at 7:31 pm
Sorry – its Lina (peacebird)- thank you
peacebird
September 8, 2006 at 9:04 pm
Yes – how apt a poem for a peacebird – just lovely.
jan2
September 9, 2006 at 2:16 am
I been hugging tress from way back — guess I listen too
faucon
faucon
September 9, 2006 at 9:22 am
I do love listening trees Lina. When I was young an old friend introduced me to a magnificent one which you will find here in the Golden Seed Grove.
Heather Blakey
September 9, 2006 at 11:40 am
The whispering poplar
rustling maple
scented gums
and the rich perfume of grapefruit blooms
whispering trees, you made me think
and remember, Fran
cronelogical
September 9, 2006 at 2:28 pm