Inspiration for this poem came courtesy of Zigzagstripes blog and his lovely poem and photo which was perfect for me today as I seem to have run out of words, so you can find his here ….
…and days passed, and weeks swept by
as her branches reached into the skies.
And months fell and years went
as her roots dug down into the depths.
And her leaves danced in the sun light
and she became the most glorious sight.
Captive in the darkness the moon found
her shining light beneath her mound.
And her roots dug deeper into the abyss
and her branches reached for the sinful kiss,
and her leaves dampened beneath the mist.
Even mother nature cannot stop this.
Karen Hayward ©2016