Calling the Tree

hello there it's me

I am the which way to whenever

slipping by my feet I stumble on a darkness discovered

fallen, fallen like an old tree of time

my shadow missing until I rise

once up and about

I hear myself calling 

calling to the tree out loud.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Yesterday among trees and shade I felt the joy of weeping, weeping inside, as I bathed in the beauty of a sunny day.

Thanks Pryde!

Regards,
Al

[Pryde Foltz]

If a tree falls in the forest, it moans in its descent. They are a powerful bunch; best to hug and not cross:)