The Quiet Conqueror

Lichen, you are the quiet conqueror,
Settling where others cannot,
On barren rock and ancient trees,
You weave your tapestry.

In shades of green and gray,
You whisper the language of time,
Slowly, subtly, transforming,
The places you call home.

You thrive in stillness,
In the patience of centuries,
A symbiosis of life,
In the most unlikely places.

In your intricate forms,
We see resilience,
A testament to survival,
Against the harshest of odds.

You do not boast,
You do not cry for attention,
Yet in your quiet existence,
You teach us the power of perseverance.

Reviews

[Ms claws]

Reviewing, I like to strive to see the inspiration for the piece, Brick, to be inspired by this Lichen, you see the beauty of resilience, the complexity of these life forms, in patience of centuries. I see fungus. You are better for seeing beauty. I love this unique poetry. Thank you for sharing your gift.

[redd Brick Keshner]

Here’s a link to help visualising: https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/visit/lake-district/borrowdale-and-derwent-water/borrowdale-nnr

[Ms claws]

Interesting. Thanks.