The Spirit of the Trees
by Rowan Blair Colver
Needless to say,
A tree has a spirit,
Awareness within it,
Conscious and tall,
Growing and keeping all,
Together and such,
It feels as the time,
Will allow it to be,
Sensual tree reality,
The dryad the virtue,
A woodlorn vibration,
The all and the nothing,
In tall celebration,
Yet biology dictates,
What manifests to self,
And the tree is devoid,
Of that luminary shelf,
And so rather than personalise,
And guess 'til entangled,
The moment of the forest,
Is eternal and handled.
Rowan Blair Colver
by Rowan Blair Colver
Needless to say,
A tree has a spirit,
Awareness within it,
Conscious and tall,
Growing and keeping all,
Together and such,
It feels as the time,
Will allow it to be,
Sensual tree reality,
The dryad the virtue,
A woodlorn vibration,
The all and the nothing,
In tall celebration,
Yet biology dictates,
What manifests to self,
And the tree is devoid,
Of that luminary shelf,
And so rather than personalise,
And guess 'til entangled,
The moment of the forest,
Is eternal and handled.
Rowan Blair Colver
