trees – C & K

My Love

For I found you in the forest,
you with your ancient arms and legs.

When I found you, there was silence,
for we did not need to speak.

For I found an ancient tree,
and
you taught me so much about love.

Favourite Tree

You cried on the inside
when they cut your childhood
tree down for the fire.

You met her in nature,
a beautiful tree, you thought,
swaying in the forest.

Then you drew her in
charcoal on fine parchment,
for everything about her

was your favourite tree.

Walking to Work

a sun melody
different leaf shades
moody trees

dancing leaves
different dying shades
winter kisses

a strong gust
reds, yellows, and Olivine
playful trees

a bird song
rubbish moving in the wind
winter hugs

A tree song
sung in the key of winter,
yet there is a melody here.

Her river art
is painted with romanticism,
yet her art is unclassified.

I stand still,
full of longing and sorrow,
yet she cheers me along.

To remember the trees;
green, tall kind ones.

A land of promise and beauty;
we lived in warmth & peace.

To remember the day
they called us heathens.

Our land, now flowing with blood,
as bodies suffocated the trees.

To remember the trees change;
dying as bodies putrefied, rotted.

Our land without living trees,
until the blossoming darkness.

The old-growth forest
disappearing from this land
for reflex paper

trees embody time,
humans are time in motion,
time is within us

The history books,
they tell of your infamy;
you destroyed the trees.

To wish for a love
Someone kind to a soft heart
I talk to the trees

Photo – Holga Jen

The trees bend towards me
as the forest listens to my stories.

I spin stories for the greedy trees
as birds circle and animals play.

The trees beg for just one more,
so I stay a little longer waiting for the rain.