Being one with the tree
Swayingwiththebranches
leaves rustling
tepid gusts of wind shaking water sparkles to the ground.
Insects drone
beyond the melodic chorus of birdsong
and symphonic wind chimes twinkle and crash
while cool clawed little feet skitter about my branches having a nibble on the way.
A hanging plant sways in my breath as it battles the neglect of the past ten days,
It’s brown leaves raining down upon the deck.
A massive frontal silhouette of an eagle or a heron,
approaches from the blinding white and black clouds,
A backdrop for the beautiful green mountains cast in dark shadow and golden light.
The tiny hummingbird is stronger than the force of wind shaking the bellflowers that promise a drop of nectar.
A simple profile of the tree standing by is replaced by its quivering leaves covered in bejeweled raindrops.
Sunbeams slanting into the mountain penetrate the dark clouds in the distance.
My shadow crosses the page.
There is so much beauty
The leaves making the wind blow
speak to me
The intermittent sunshine flickers across my body,
and the shadow-drenched wind blows cool over my skin.
RDW 8-25-20, revised 3-14-21