MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Tree Stories’

TREE STORIES

Deep into the forest
Walked we eagerly
Birds chirped above

Tall trees strangled
By a small fig seed
Soon to be overpowered
Overgrown and hollow

The canopy filled with light
Sun slowly moved across
The leafy outlook
Sudden sound in the bush

Eyes wide open
Ears pricked
Paws holding a seed
Wallaby on a watch

In the rotting leaves
Mushrooms attached
To an old tree branch
Sucking life out of it

Underground unseen
Creatures of the dark
Earthworms long and many
Appear after storm

The day was just perfect
For a forest story

Rested

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Nature’s stillness’

NATURE STILL doing its thing!
Unmoved by people’s concerns
Running the show of life
Continuing the cycles
While creating beauty

Unfettered by the humans restrictions
Animal kingdom has not changed an inch
What can that teach us fretted humans?

Be still now
Know that we are a part of nature
The cycle of life and death

The flowing of water in the stream
The smell of the blooming rose
The bitterness of the poisonous mushroom

All parts of a whole
All one with another
All poised and calm

No fear of life
No anxiety about death
No thoughts to bother

Only in harmonious relationships with other life

Peace prevails in nature
All the while we are glued
To the regurgitated news from the box

Unplug and take your first aware breath!