forest whispers to aaro

come, aaro, to where
mist (hangs) between
ancient
       t
        r
         e
          e
           s
& light filters through
       verdant
             canopies

i will show you the
borderland (between light
& shadow) where silence
grows
     w
      i
       l
        d

in these
       quiet
            places
we learn to
h
 e
  a
   r
our true names
called by the
e
 a
  r
   t
    h

the forest
remembers (what we
have forgotten)
how to breathe, how to
l
 i
  s
   t
    e
     n
& how to be
unafraid of the
d
 a
  r
   k

aaro, i will bring you
to these sacred
spaces
so your roots may
g
 r
  o
   w
    deep

so you may
learn (early) what took
years to discover:
we are not
s
 e
  p
   a
    r
     a
      t
       e
from this wild beauty,
we are
born
    of
      it
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Greenhough Avatar
April 3, 2025 at 4:09 PM
I like your description of the importance of trees. It's a well formed poem. So true.
R P Avatar
April 5, 2025 at 3:44 AM
Thank you, Hilda
Narain Avatar
April 3, 2025 at 10:43 AM
I hope AAro is doing well.
R P Avatar
April 5, 2025 at 3:45 AM
Aaro is doing good Jay Sir. Thanks a ton.
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