Winter’s Tree Felt Potion

How does the presence of trees make you feel?

“I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.”
(Henry David Thoreau)

Looking back to my previous life as a child in Northeast Ohio, I vividly recall enduring the frigid winter season after the December holidays each year. I simply could not understand in my youth being cooped up inside wondering why those inviting neighborhood forests containing deciduous specimens of oak, beech and maple trees would turn brown from leaf shed each year and seemingly die. For how could winter deny me the opportunity to climb up a sturdy tree trunk, play hide and seek behind them, or leap to retrieve freshly picked crab apples in the spirit of play?

Happily I now live in Fort Lauderdale, Florida where sunshine speads subtropical greenery bliss year around. So for those of you currently “caught up” in the wrath of winter, I offer an invitation for you to take an imaginary walk with me to obtain some personal tree understandings in my newest poem creation.

For added pleasure I include a link below to click on for exploring random sounds of various forest environs around the world as well as some inviting tree photos of my past Florida travels.

http://www.tree.fm/

WINTER’S TREE FELT POTION

Amid the forest green of nature’s best

A tree sings in the gentle breeze 

A chorus of leaves softly swaying 

Whispering secrets of the ancients 

Tumbling roots firmly embedded 

Feeling steady rhythms in earth below.

A massive trunk that praises sky

A pleasing lullaby to see life’s story anew

Two jays pleasure with harmony’s tweeting 

A true gift of tree nature’s show

A new day of sunshine paints the horizon

Tree branches bowing upward in unity to survive. 

I  know there’s a point to such sweet tree symphony 

To feel what it’s like to be fully alive.