Lost music of the forest

Don't believe in spirits, angels, gods or ghosts, but won't deny what I see or hear

I perceive that near it a tree nods, heavenly hosts singing so clearly in my ear

Walking toward it the sound diminished, fading off into only creaking trees

What had soared I found finished, evading fervent seeking, a harmonious tease in the breeze

If not the forest in a chorus, what could be this hymn so fervently sung

Only open field before us, but would a limb sing with heavenly tongue

Once again returned to the spot, where I had heard refrain before

And then discerned a note caught, in air its sad word again did soar

Reviews

[RomaJ]

This poem beautifully captures the tension between skepticism and wonder. The elusive music of the forest feels both fleeting and sacred, leaving a haunting sense of awe in its wake.

[Soren]

Indeed as many poems this one based on an actual experience that remains inexplicable to me. That wonder you speak of is mixed with my natural skepticism and extends to spirituality in general and the world and life as a whole. Thank you for noticing and bringing this out it is most appreciated, You have a very keen sense for metaphor and understanding.

[Chris Shaw]

Ah trees have a life and language of their own. I can imagine standing in that forest and listening to that wonderful chorus. Dead trees make me melancholy. This is beautiful poetry Soren. Food for the mind. Have a great day.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you Chris for the read and most kind words they are deeply appreciated