Bee's Journey

Posted by Bee on Tue, 16 Jun 2015

Tree Me

I am a tree today
More willow than oak
I breathe with the flow
Air in my hair - I pray

For the fluster to calm
Each quiver leaf - stilled
Each bowing branch filled
With soothing balm

I am a willow, till tomorrow 
Laced with grace
Will not break
Will overcome all sorrow

I am a tree bearing wind and rain
Till they cut me back
Burn me black
Then I'll be ever free from pain

Comments

Submitted by jolono on

Love this Bee. Like the references to the trees. A willow full of grace and calm, yet can move with the flow. Rather than the oak that is sturdy, strong, immovable.. Some days you need to be a willow and other days you need to be an oak!

 

Submitted by Bee on

Some days a willow, others, an oak - how true! Thanks Joe.

Bee

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Full of strength, beautiful.

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Philips 

Bee

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

Beautiful, hope and sadness here.

Lindy

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Lindy.

Bee

Submitted by celticman on

it would be nice to choose, and to feel other. A tree seems a noble thing. Burn me black gets to the roots of the matter. ouch. I like this. 

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks CM.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

'Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky.' Kahlil Gibran

 

Submitted by Bee on

How wonderful!

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

what a beautiful picture. And the poem is so deep and meaningful.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

Sorry Jean, I missed your comment. Yes, isn't it a lovely picture! Glad you thought the poem goes with it, thank you.

Bee