SLB (September 6th / Calgary, Canada.)

******* What A Feeling.

Here I am again,
staring into the willows,
wishing I were like a tree.
A light breeze would blow
swiftly through my limbs.
Nature scents of rain and
a soiled ground below...but
I could not run to clean,
as the winds now whips
through me tossing
my branches effortlessly
to and fro...
Scattered leaves would
lie beneath my torso,
yet I would Stand Strong.
My roots would nurture,
grounding me securely,
into one peaceful place.
I'd have freedom to just be.
Then, I'd be a part of nature.
So there would be nowhere
I'd need to go...and...
no where I'd need to be.
I need not go anywhere.
I need not do anything.

Written on March 4th 2008.

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Comments (5)

Excellent write..........
And 'here I am again' appreciating your poetic vision! An excellent work. Thanks.
Shelley, i ove the beautiful flow of your refreshing and lovely..Thanks for this, my dear friend..Love you! and thanks for the very kind and nice comment on my poems..
the breath of nature when tunes by the tree beauty yet blooms beneath its branches rain when washes its thirst of summer green when raves up by the leaves there comes the jingles of sweet smells as when dusts being mioistened by the shower, , , , , , , , , , , , , yet luscious across the breeze when blowing, well penned,10+, thanks for sharing
Shelley, this piece is written whimsically, and yet speaks volumes of truth. I don't think I'd like to be a tree though, because lightning can damage me, and burn off my limbs. But this is a colorful piece, and I wish to thank you for sharing this heartfelt write. Barbara