M. L. Kiser Poet Sonnet

The Tree Hugger

Yes, I am a tree hugger
And I do so love the trees.
Trees give us negative ions;
Oxygen to breathe.

Lovely wooden sentinels;
Our siblings are the trees.
Though they have no legs to walk
They move within the breeze.

The trees see many curious things;
Perhaps hear even more.
They’ll share their secrets if
It’s what you ask them for.

Listen with your soul to leaves within the wind.
You’ll be back to hear more, again and again.

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Vijay Pandit February 24, 2019 at 7:21 AM You certainly are..and your love shows. I see them and hear them..in your poem. M. L. Kiser February 24, 2019 at 10:34 AM That's what I strive for. Thanks so much.

Caren Krutsinger February 23, 2019 at 9:19 PM I have a spiritual connection with the trees in my yard; even the ones I did not plant. When I am gone a few days they all wave frantically in greeting when I return, even if there has been no wind. My connection with the trees is legend in my neighborhood. M. L. Kiser February 24, 2019 at 10:36 AM When I lose a favorite tree, I get depressed. In the last 10years, storms have taken out my cat willow, my fav. apple tree and a huge blue spruce that I adored was lifted, root ball and all, right out of the ground and laid down in the yard in an 83mph wind. We didn't hear a thing but, the wind. I can't say enough about trees. Thanks so much.