“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.”
― Kahlil Gebran
This was a beautiful poem indeed. Though my shot didn’t capture the vibrancy of the scene completely, I would like to share this picture. The gorgeous green canopy waving with the tunes of the breeze was a spectacular view. The blue sky and sea created a gorgeous backdrop.
my path ahead is filled with lifeless trees staring into oblivion.
i move forward not knowing where i end up eventually. the skeletons of the trees — are they guiding me somewhere? or steering me to something dreadful? do they represent the nightmares i try to run away from or the spring of hope that could appear in the distant future?
my journey continues, despite the eluding answers
for now, i will find contentment in pursuing this journey that leads to nowhere.
Joining Parul’s #ThursdayTreeLove with this tree shot from Salt Lake River in Mesa, Arizona. We hiked this area in the last weekend of February –and it was a wonderful experience. Some trees resembled the ghostsof their past. What stories are they hiding? I wonder. The above verses are a figment of my imagination. I hope you enjoy this read.
canopies of leaves reaching out to share a touch, maybe, share a story, filtering light through, offering shade, ushering life
As much as this picture jolted me to jot down a couple of verses, my lines couldn’t do justice to the picturesque view that sprinkled a sense of serenity in me. This park we visited last month was such a treat for the soul.
every autumn leaf leaves behind a tale that began on a spring morning, every spring bloom graces the garden aware of the impending fall in autumn. at the end of the dusk, there awaits a beautiful dawn. Another year is on our doorstep, 365 days it will roll out, before fading into the background.
You being here had been always my pleasure from once upon a time when you first arrived to now, when your presence overpower the world I relish your presence all I ask is to be kind and compassionate to us, the other life forms, who can’t communicate through words. Enjoy my shade, adore those butterflies befriending the new blossoms leave behind a trace of yours without disturbing the laws of the universe, could you, human?