What is a day?
What is an hour?
Why does the world have colours?
He weaves all things together.
I touched him long ago
Without knowing his name
Curled at the base of a giant oak
Beautiful, barefoot and dead...
Once lost, you must not be again –
He is like a tree,
He shelters me
I lie in his shade.
Choose a door and open it
Tell me what it has not told you,
Setting sail with no compass –
Speak the language.
The key you hold in your palm
Will unlock nothing less than the truth,
Where even the truth
Seems like a friend...
Can I feel my heart?
Your love is before my eyes –
Show me the way.
Song of the Wildwood
©crisstiena ____________________________________________________________________
Author notes
There is always music amongst the trees, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it...
A contest entry
- A Case Of You [extended] by Utok Bulinaw.
450 points, ended December 18, 2007, 7 entries
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I agree with Nicolette, there's music to this; the silent rhythm of the woods. They said trees talk to each other at night and a person can only learn their language in his sleep when everything is quiet. I really like the mysterious quality to this. Its notes take root in the corners of the mind. Thank you for this entry.
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such beauty here, and there is beauty in the mysterious quality too, like looking into deep blue water....wonderful writing here...PK
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Yes, we must be like the dust sleeping in the shade of the trees to hear the music of its roots and leaves.... This is beautiful... it opens a door to the deeper and the higher, the roots and the leaves of our own trees. There's music in this poem and it sings beautifully to the quiet heart.
~ Nicolette
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I havent heard it months, my brain won't shut up. great work.
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music without notes...
mine is barely beating. yours coarses and engages the rest to remain beating hard...here's to the grandest of oaks...
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