A Red Maple Tree spoke to me
this day upon my walk
all the other trees were quiet
so I was surprised when it started to talk
*
It rustled its leaves so adamantly
made me realize it had something to say
so I said, "What are you trying to tell me?"
and I kept going along on my way
*
Walking with my puppy jingles
But.... on my walk home
the feeling of that dryad's words
worked it's way deep into my bones
*
At home I looked up symbolism
of the red maple tree
and saw that its meaning
was definitely sent for me
*
So when you are out walking
and a tree shakes its leaves at you
don't be complacent...just LISTEN
because trees talk to very few.
1 comment:
I LOVE this poem! It's so beautiful. Well done!
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