Trees

Think Like A Tree

By Karen Shragg

Soak up the Sun

Affirm Life's magic

Be graceful in the wind

Stand tall after a storm

Feel refreshed after it rains

Grow strong without notice

Be prepared for each season

Provide shelter to strangers

Hang tough through a cold spell

Emerge renewed at the first signs of Spring

Stay deeply rooted while reaching for the sky

Be still long enough to hear your own leaves rustling.

I was reading the above poem, jotting notes and contemplating its message when I remembered the photo of this huge tree, I believe in Clearwater or Largo, near my mother's home. I suddenly began to remember many meditative journeys where trees, their roots and branches, became part of me.  Those notes became the following poem.

Me, A Tree

I love trees, they seems a part of me and I of them.

My roots, deep in the soil, grow from my hands and feet.

Branches sprout, reaching from my head, 

Long and glorious, beautiful in the wind.

I feel the sap journey inside, feeding, refreshing, 

Nourishing, renewing.

I feel the earth, warm, moist, dark and deep,

healing.

When someone hugs me, they hug a tree.

A laughing Willow,

An old mother Elder,

A mysterious Yew,

Yes, that is me, all three.

copyright 2010, E A Kaufman

Blessings nine!