A Voice for Every Fallen Tree,

Photography by Sarolta Ban
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Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 81

"Fields have eyes and woods have ears."  ~John Heywood

There is a sermon that is never preached

Yet songs ring out like prayers on every leaf

It is a plea it is a cause

For what could be and what once was

Complacent ears can never hear

The song of woe that rings so clear

But open hearts and open minds

Can hear each part and every line

They become a vocalist in the choir

And learn to sing and never tire

It is a plea it is a cause

For what could be and what once was.

“The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.” 

  ~Nelson Henderson

Deep Rooted Trees

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Linking with Toni's wonderful prompt Wed Muse # 10 ~Shinrin Yoku

Shinrin Yoku is the Japanese term for forest bathing.  It is the healing way of forest therapy.

Today Toni is asking us to write about how trees soothe our spirit.  It is about healing, peace, and calm.

Come join us!

My grandmother loved the sound of a running spring

As she puffed on a cigarette in her recliner chair

My mother loved all things wild and free

Like beetles berries and an untamed mare

I love a walk into groups of deep-rooted trees

Sinking in greenery with my soul head first

It is the only place to leave behind my worries

No more skyscrapers only tree trunks and dirt

Where grass grows high and tickles your skin

As you move inward to the middle of gone

It is a journey that never ends

As the song bird follows with yet another song

My grandmother’s journey was not mine to see

My mother’s path was hers all alone

For I love a walk into groups of deep-rooted trees

And that is where my soul finds a deeper home.