Single tree Poem, by daniel dawes, at My poetic side

I watch the light move across the land,

Gliding across the fields with ease,

Shades of green shifting constantly,

Darkness and light working together.

A single tree simply surviving,

Gracefully accepting all seasons,

Its deep roots keeping it grounded,

Its leaves allowing it to sing its song.

I watch its movement in the breeze,

I since its aliveness,

I feel its stillness,

I understand its far more than its label.

The invisible wind changes direction,

The sun falls behind the clouds,

It becomes colder,

The senses pick this up but the stillness remains.

A thought passes through my mind,

A simple question,

I choose to follow it,

It simply sits in my awareness.

What is this stillness?

That does not change with the environment,

That is unaffected by thought,

That senses the sensations.

I look back to the tree,

The awareness looks back at myself,

The mirror begins to reflect the same thing,

I thank the tree for its lesson.

jemina September 22nd, 2016 14:30
...and I thank you for this lesson 😀
seeing as I'm constantly in a whir, getting more and more unaware of myself everyday... I'm turning into a blur amidst the blur... 😀

interesting the way you've spun this poem nicely
Augustus September 22nd, 2016 15:29
I wonder about stuff like that at times. Man lives for 50-100 years and gets to move around and think. Some trees live motionless for thousands of years--with or without thought.

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