Recycling redemption
In the moment when the leaf let’s go of the branch, it asks the tree; will you forgive my sorrow?
And the tree answers; it was rooted in me, so please forgive my soil.
And the soil cries; my essence is moist sprung from tears of the sky, prayers of redemption.
And the sky looks down on the ocean and says; I am but a reflection of you, so please accept my love.
And suddenly, rain starts falling on the earth and the trees stretch higher toward the sky and love, is sown.
i love it
it is truly beautiful.
the first stanza (?) took me over in its gentleness and tender
Thank you so much Dhyan! I don’t really think in stanza’s, I’ve never studied poetry or any other literature for that matter…I just write 🙂 I would love to learn more from you!
my pleasure.
i have not learned anything of the sort myself. and i guess i might be better off calling it a couplet (maybe!?!?!). is just a word i have picked up on the way and allow me to communicate a bit easier what i think..
Helen…whoa. I think I’ll just copy and paste the same thing I say all the time…you are SUCH a great writer. (Did you know I wrote my very first comment on your blog?) Keep it up!
Thank you – as always 😉 It really means a LOT!!
Beautiful, Helen.