The Silence of Trees

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Faded eagle dreams and faded jeans, combing grey hair, boots laced and a light weight camera,

the trails call, moving my spirit beyond crows, rejecting dark wings…I become the silence of trees, and wildflowers holding bees,

where light flickers through the canopy, I seek to know, as anyone could know, the Lord God,

like I did as a young man….

in a place that peace

calls home….

      

Poem, and Image, Copyright © 2020 ancient skies

43 thoughts on “The Silence of Trees

  1. Beautiful poem, Nicodemas. I thought about the trees that knew me young. It is a special experience to visit them. Home.
    Have a wonderful week.

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