Hallway to Nowhere

Tag: trees

  • The Seedling (Poem)

    I walked on the trail and saw

    Amongst the usual plants and trees

    A small sapling that appeared different.

    This thing is not like the other things,

    Thought I. But then I said

    Stop and look again and see.

    I did. Here is what I found:

    Like the other growing things,

    The little seedling grew from the earth;

    The branches reached to the sky;

    The wood was brown and the leaves green;

    The sun and rain and soil nourished it.

    This thing is utterly like the other things.

    So with all, if only we look closely

    With openness.

  • The Laughter Of Trees (Poem)

    Do the trees laugh

    To see their brightly hued leaves

    Swirl on the wind

    Then fall to form a glorious colorful carpet?

    Do they mourn the loss

    Of their seasonal raiment

    That partially cloaks them

    From over-curious prying stares?

    Perhaps, like us, their response

    Can be both or mixed or changeable.

    I don’t understand the ways of humans.

    I would never dare to presume with trees.