Sophia's Mirror: Tree of Dreams

To You, My Reader

To You, My Reader

Whether you are a return or a first-time visitor: I am aware that my posts over the last months have been rather sporadic, and have at times included writings by others. This has to do with personal health issues which have had to be coped with, and this in turn has meant that I have had to address new and unfamiliar limitations regarding how much I can do and what I can manage. I nevertheless will continue to post what and when I am able to. My thanks to my readers for their understanding, and my wish is that all my visitors will still find something of interest in my previous posts. ~ Emma

Friday, May 7, 2021

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:

JosephOctober 14, 2012 at 2:23 PM
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.
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