Grey Trees Black Sky

Only through our limitations can we experience freedom

I can see trees

Unfold with stubborn insistence around the empty field

Where breezes pool in lively airs that dance from sky to ground,

Only to plod into the branches that close them to the stars.

Lost in the pathways leading nowhere,

The wind forgets from where it came

As branches snatch away its vitality

Dissipated into the quiet weeping of the leaves.

But skimming along the canopy ceiling

Above my head: winds rustle trees,

Enveloping me in the mocking absence

Of the quiet freedom of the open air.

Now wind gently greets me at the edge

Where trees sculpt the field’s subtle form

Which gives the openness its place

And gives pause to a restless mind.

 

And now I realize the forest’s trees

Which unfold in their ordered grace,

Allow the freedom of the open to possess
The meaning that I longed to seek.

 

Reviews

[Artiste de Mots]

I love it! The description, adjectives, and just everything about it made me truly picture it and imagine I was there! I could have sworn a moist leaf brushed my forearm! I congratulate you on a job well done! Amazing! :D