SONG OF THE TREES
In quietly reflective and pensive mood, I am stood at the edge of the trees,
Hearing the song of an errant breeze as it brushes its kiss on the leaves.
How many others before me, back through the vaults of time
Have paused on their way to listen, and heard this song sublime?
It tells of a time from long ago, when life had a different pace,
When seasons came, and seasons went, each in its proper place.
We followed this rhythm of life and death, and back to life again,
Because we had ears to listen to what the song was saying.
The trees still have time to stand and watch as the seasons march along,
Their ears still attuned as they listen to the Mothers timeless song.
But we in our wisdom are rushing along, so busy to forge ahead,
Blind and deafened, desensitised, to where our progress has lead.
Our Mother is weeping bitter tears for the path we are choosing to tread,
That we choose to ignore her warnings, of the future which lies ahead.
We have taken the gifts that were given with love, and bent them to our desire,
Ripped out Her heart and forged it anew, in our belching sulphurous fire.
Likewise Her bounty, in fruit, grain, and flesh, for our sustenance freely given,
Is squandered away, with no thought for the day, when by famine and hunger we’re driven.
The trees are rememb’ring those days long ago when we walked to the gentle sway,
Of the rhythm our Mother was teaching, and we listened to what She would say.
This is the song I am listening to as I stand at the edge of the trees,
This is the wisdom that I would share, Oh listen, my fellow man please.
It is not yet too late, we stand at the gate, the garden’s inviting us in.
There’s no need to push, nor to bustle and rush, no need for this clamorous din.
Take just what you need, put back where you can, make plans for the seasons turn,
For the Mother provides, nurtures, and guides, all you need do is learn.
Follow the rhythm, watch the stars, feel the seasons march along,
Open your hearts to the Spirit’s voice, and sing the ancient’s song.
© April 2004