Inappropriate footwear
slows the pace
mind your steps
mind the earth below
mind the path ahead
mind your mind
pause for quiet homage
pause for gratitude
raise your gaze high
from beneath the grace of shade
one hundred years standing
balsam poplar still reaches
to touch the edge of summer clouds
Tree roots are dancing
to the True Hearts Root Band
They swoop sway and waltz with warm western winds
across unswept limestone floors.
Two trees
blocked my path today
stopped me on my precious way
put my whole life on hold
when did trees become so bold
all great things I might have done or thought
would not now be forever lost and forgot
had I not met them standing there
had I just simply stepped aside
had I not paused to stop and stare
had I just slowly closed my eyes
I had only to turn away and run
to have escaped tall trees and sun
Oh I could still be swift walking oblivion
had I never stopped for trees.
Inside stand
stand in wood
if might may wield
they could they would
why not we should
transform
a tree
neat pile
of wood.
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