Beauty of uncertainty,
I am the one that is changing,
gathering in paper-poems,
the world is held together
falling apart in sunsets
trees bemoan their creaking
bowing branches are drummers
of the sky. What’s breathing me ?
The Tree and I are entities of the same
The tree is aware of me, and I silence myself,
in company.
dare to breathe, I say, tree winds knocking on my soul
dare to synchronize deep magic of leaf
dare to utter oak prayers in the park or in the pew
bless now I pray, the tree and I never stop ,never do
like hungry perspiration
in the spring,
rings of mysteries,
ancestral interceding’s,
intervening,
the tree has become my teacher
and I the ever-eager student.
A Poet's Vision 
Wow. I read this once on the page and listened with the pictures — two completely difference and wonderful experiences!!!
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Alright now, oh tree of Mother Earth! Great connection of being one with nature. Bravo girlfriend!!! ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ผ๐ฒ๐๐ผ๐๐๐ผ
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Such a beautiful poem, Krissy. This one really resonated with me because I can identify so much with the life within the trees and have a strong bond with nature. I have adopted a tree near to where I live. It’s a black poplar tree – quite rare in the area of the country I live in (UK). It’s the tree you read about in my post called ‘Befriend a Tree’. I was just passing it one day and heard it softly speaking to me, and there began my relationship with this special tree who I visit regularly all the year-round. I so love your videos too – hearing the words of your poem spoken evokes so much passion and feeling. Brilliant writing, Krissy. When your post notifications pop up in my email, I always smile and look forward to our paths crossing again. Take care, my dear friend Xxx โค โค โค
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