FOR TREES, By Heather Green

posted in: Word & Land | 0

You stand sentinel to man’s longing –

Pressures of life lifted by yours.

Your time must come, indeed,

When all Life will mourn your passing –

The passing of greatness unequalled on earth,

For you, trees, are our guardians

Though we know it not fully now.

This time shall come upon us when it’s too late

For regrets, remorse, looking back,

And then shall mankind cry

As My child cries with these words.

For all of Life is connected, loved.

The tree gracing her garden is to be cut.

Both she and her tree know this,

And tears fall.

Beneath the earth roots wither wearily,

Their arms cut, swathed, torn.

Goodbye to what was.

New growth will sprout once more.

The scars will remain

As every scar incised on skin –

Memory of Life destroyed in a moment.

Heather Green, 13 June 2014

Have a look at Heather’s new book ‘My Labyrinth Walk’

Get it on Kobo