All is calm below
The soughing trees above
Protect this hidden space
The depths I've learnt to love.
Richness in these lanes
Hold such secret there,
A hidden wealth of nature
Makes me linger there.
Echoes in the wind;
Gentleness beneath the trees ;
Vibrancy beheld;
The beauty of the leaves.
Pastel shades of green
Whispered feathers blown.
Muted creatures stirred
The lane gives up its throne.
The secret lives it holds
Twisted stories it could tell
of folk who walked its path
This lane I know so well.
Love this and have often wondered what the trees might be thinking. Your poem also stirred an image for me I’d like to share with you. “Twisted tales” reminded me of Sedona AZ, where there are said to be several energy vortexes close together and that the Joshua trees actually twist in the direction they swirl
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Love this and have often wondered what the trees might be thinking. Your poem also stirred an image for me I’d like to share with you. “Twisted tales” reminded me of Sedona AZ, where there are said to be several energy vortexes close together and that the Joshua trees actually twist in the direction they swirl
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