The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and I sit, motionless upon an old stump. The towering trees arch above, stretching endlessly into the skies. Their roots intertwine beneath me, grounding me, as if pulling me closer to their silent, ancient pulse. My breathing slows aligning with the rhythm of the forest, each inhale tethered to the quiet strength around me.
I feel small here, my form dwarfed by the trunks that have stood through storms, their branches reaching beyond sight. This place is empty of people, yet full in its solitude. I let my eyes drift over the sea of trees, and I become part of it- unseen, yet fully present.
Endless green silence
The wisdom of the trees rises
From roots to open sky
- Amberlynn
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Amberlynn (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was an assignment from my creative writing class. We were tasked with writing a Haibun on a painting of our choice from a museum we visited.
- Category: Nature
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