Saturday, October 6, 2012

Tree of Dreams

I am the tree of dreams
crows in my hair
children in my branches
lovers' names scratched in my bark.
In timeless times
and endless winds
my rustling leaves
are weary of singing
songs of times when I
was young myself.
Only the dreamers can
change the dream
so I am here till the end of times
to keep the dream alive.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for this wonderful poem. I love trees and this photo shows a grand tree that has seen many seasons. Trees speak and they can also teach. They can teach stillness, patience, love, acceptance and forgiveness among other things. I will sure to find a tree and give him or her a big hug.