Woven Worlds
old tree, ancient soul
witness to generations
whispers in the wind
roots connect us to joint past
weaves our futures together
I enter the wooded area and am greeted by a jocund congregation of green waving in a fragranced breeze. The lyrics of the old trees, their ancient-whispered song, sing to my soul. Walking amongst them is spiritual, almost meditative. In physical terms I move through them. In metaphysical terms, they move through me. We are woven together.
Copyright © Sara Etgen-Baker | Year Posted 2024
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