Poems of the Forest: A collection of poems on trees, woodlands and forests by Alwyn.
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Friday, 15 November 2019

Poems of the Forest

Poems of the Forest

Poems of the Forest

Lord of the Trees

Strange how my mind thinks, as I walk beside the trees.
The ancient oak trees forming links, with their breath of wisdom reaching me.
Their lineage is unbroken in the vastness of time.
How do I respond as I walk past their line?
My thoughts are of sharing in their wisdom and dark.
Sensations of floatation as my hands clasp around the bark.
Knowledge of ancient wisdom transcends the calm thoughts of time.
A warmth deep inside forms as I acknowledge his sign.
Energy flows upwardly from below my knees.
Awareness takes over me, it comes from the Trees.
Thoughts of yesterday’s anger begin to fade.
As the pieces of broken lives are being re-made.

My mind is with the leaves as they float down to the ground.
My pain has all gone without but a sound.
Who can tell me better than the trees?
How to live life, like the birds and the bees?
Knowing always that everything comes in three’s,
The words, the wisdom, and The Lord of the Trees.

 

The Forest Calls

Restful thoughts on a forest walk, energy flowing, there is no talk.
A mystical morning amongst the trees, the butterflies dance, the buzz of the bees.
A feeling of comfort magically born, one with nature at the break of dawn.
I hear a voice from times long gone; a ghostly echo sings her song.
A joyful message she imparts to me, a love of nature, a reality.
Folklore tales from her loving face, a wondrous beauty from the spirit of place.

I have to listen to those words I hear, they gently flow into my ear.
Reflections of the days gone past, the love of those that I hold dear.
A special feeling that is all mine, transfixes me to this place in time.
I really am engulfed in awe, in what I heard and what I saw.
I know I have a bond of love, for that voice I hear above.
I take another step along, the pathway as she sings her song.

Mother Nature has her ways, to show us how to live our days.
The beauty of the sky above, the tending hand of Mother love.
The wisdom of the silent trees, they know of course, all our needs.
The sleeping bird that's just awoke, the ivy hanging from the ancient oak.
All these things reach out to me, from their place in history.
I sit and watch the waterfall; I remember well, the forest calls.

Forest Echoes

Tree branches blowing in the wind, a mysterious voice begins to sing.
A feeling forms within my mind, I think I know that certain kind.
The tree canopy swaying, the scattered light displaying,
A speckled shadow of past lives playing.

Paralysing echoes, a pointing hand beckons.
A wisdom from nature, imparts and reckons.
A shaking head says, be calm and follow my roam.
This wondrous view I have to show, is known to one alone.

A ghostly figure leads the walk, a calmness stills, there is no talk.
A twisted tree comes in to view; it is the forest ancient yew.
Legend says this sacred yew, has seen it all and knows what’s due.
The wisdom that it has inside, are his alone, and his to hide

 

Breathing with the Trees

Walking through the woodland amongst the ancient trees
I tread the path of ancestors, I feel a gentle breeze
A familiar sound of chanting echoes all around
A resonance vibrates below, upon this sacred ground
The beauty of the bluebells, the different shades of green
Tells a tale from long ago, I'm breathing with the trees

A sound in the tree canopy, a calling from a bird
I'm in tune with my surroundings, that call did not go unheard
A tawny owl awaits the stalking of his prey
I watch this magic moment on this special day
The gushing sound of water, comes from the sacred stream
Bliss from Mother Nature, I'm breathing with the trees

Swishing of the branches, wisdom reaching out to me
A tranquil source of knowledge which I can plainly see
I stop for a little while when I see the mighty oak
I make myself comfortable as I adjust my trusty cloak
Hugging of the tree trunk, a feeling of deep release
I am happiest in my soul when I'm breathing with the trees

Copyright ©2014 Alwyn

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Lovely poems. Feeling the spirit of the forest. I've copied each one.

Posted by: Creiddylad on 29/12/2014 22:17:00

 

These are beautiful Alwyn, thank you :-)

Posted by: taranova on 17/01/2015 19:51:00

 

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