Through the Trees by Emma Thacker
The warmth of sunlight
Melting like butter on my winter worn skin,
New yet comfortably familiar
Like a glow from within.
Blossom by blue,
All so new,
Branches waving,
Buds bursting through.
A call to awaken from tree to tree,
As the birds look around and feel what I see
As I walk on my way
Through the trees.
Before long the spaces between skeletal branches
Will be filled with green upon green,
The arc of those budding fingers
Reaching for the blue,
Reaching out to the warmth and hope
Of life itself.
Leaving behind the darkened crisp shades
Of all their yesterdays.
I crunch them beneath my feet.
The past feeding the new,
Green on blue,
Sounds unseen,
So pristine.
As I wind my way
Through the trees.
I breathe in to fill my soul
With the newness, the hope.
Memories of woodland dreams
Dance playfully through my very consciousness.
Scents remembered as dreams become reality,
The slumber of winter soul's shut down
Finally ceasing.
Smiles and music,
Droning planes,
Insence and wine,
Time repeating time,
As I sit on a fallen tree,
On my way
Through the trees.
The golden glow of sun on outstretched fingers
Reaching for life in the cloudless sky,
Striped white by the trails of journeys above
As life outside just passes on by.
The breeze intensifies like a warming hug,
Washing away the clouds of yesterday,
Washing away the tears,
Hope for the futre
Understanding the past, the fears,
Reaching for the cloudless sky
Green all around as birds fly on by.
Smiles and music,
Blue upon green,
Memories of all the happiness I have ever seen.
Nature's power blown on the breeze,
As I finish my walk,
My walk through the trees.
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