Lessons Learned From Trees

"A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet " ~A Rambling Poet~ A canopy of trees filters the sun for me, and I am grateful... For I do not feel like having the rays glare in my eyes today, in a brooding mood I am. The earth is damp, drunken with dew, seemingly commiserating with me I lay myself down, jagged rocks beneath me --cutting, rough-- and I welcome it For it grounds me, a reminder that not everything is sunlight and blooms I sink in my darkness and close my eyes to dwell in it and drown, just sighing For an eternity, I am mired with muck and moss in my mind, thoughts eroding to nothingness ...until I open my eyes to Wonderment The trees above me stand tall and proud in their radial glory, the sun just breaking through, shimmering, dappling my cold being Leaves gilt with light blink back in awe and I am floored, blanketed by warmth of hushed spirits surrounding me These trees tell their tales of growth and survival, of yearning for that light, of their struggle to catch a glimpse of heaven... of capturing its light, using it, feeding off from it, in order to give back to others some of them stumble yet most of them succeed I am humbled. I am awed. Yes, the canopy gave me shade, temporary darkness from the light, I look up again and realize that the tiniest pinholes of hope exist, reaching deep within... little sparks that set off a chain reaction of life --June 11-12 (2011)