Trees and Us #Environment #Global warming

 Where aged tombstones lean, do you feel the weight of my presence?
Where lichen crusts my face, do you imagine I was ever young?
Where storms erase my name, do you fear your future oblivion?
Where willow fronds cloak me, do you sense I am finally at peace?
 
I am the beating heart of a tree.
I am the life oxygen you breathe.
I am your past, present, and future.
I am your responsibility.
 
Do you feel the weight of your presence, when aged tombstones lean?
Do you imagine you were once young, when lichen crusts your face?
Do you fear your future oblivion, when storms erase your name?
Do you sense you are finally at peace, when willow fronds cloak you?
 
You are the beating heart of a tree.
You are the life oxygen you breathe.
You are your past, present, and future.
You are your responsibility.

Author: Sarah Potter Writes

Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. She's into nature, gardening, and natural health. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.

10 thoughts on “Trees and Us #Environment #Global warming”

  1. Well I am thrilled to see you writing again, my friend. A sad and disturbing subject matter, but we have no one to blame but ourselves. Raising awareness certainly helps, and this is a strong message. Social change takes time. Hopefully we have time left and the change will happen sooner rather than later.

    Peace, love, and blessings to you always

    bill

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    1. Dear Bill, I know my blog is meant to be an uplifting place for people to visit and I promise to make my next post bring a smile to your face 🙂 I’m rather obsessing about climate change at the moment, but can’t change the world overnight on my own. I have been making adjustments towards greener ways in my own little corner, especially with regard to what I buy. Maybe from time to time I should share some positive tips in this area that people might find of interest. That would be much more helpful than moaning, I’m sure 😉

      Peace, love, and blessings to you, too, my friend.

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    1. Thank you, Dale 🙂 My muse compelled me to write, when I thought she’d deserted me.
      It was lovely talking to you and Rochelle the other day. Maybe your vibrancy sparked me to start writing again, though it be a sombre subject on this occasion!

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      1. I love when your muse compels you.
        And if I helped spark it, then so be it, no matter how sombre the subject! You did it beautifully. 🙂

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  2. As I said, not weird, but super talented and yes, I absolutely love Mister’s photo with its ominous effects. And your tanka…powerfully thought-provoking, stunning. Andrea above said it perfectly and better than I. Good to read here of the return of your muse so that we who love your blog and writing can once again read the heart-stirring result. Much Love & hugs, dearest Sarah xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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