I think that I shall never see. A poem lovely as a tree.
- Joyce Kilmer
A writer writes. And so do I. Poetry to be specific. I find putting pen to paper an extremely therapeutic exercise, and a way for me to capture the beauty I see in the world around me. And it's also one way, and a great way, for me to unplug.
So without further ado, I'm so happy to be able to share my poem, "Tree Bird Sun," with you. I hope you enjoy it, and perhaps you'll be inspired to capture in words, all of the the beauty you see in your life.
Tree Bird Sun
Mouthwatering deliciousness for the eyes;
Eyes tell heart where to go;
Heart says yes.
I am no longer the walker.
I am Tree Bird Sun.
I ask Tree, “what is it like to be thee,
nestling in ground, leaves making sound,
swaying in wind’s caress?”
Tree says to me, “I am me,
most tree, free to be as I am,
in a forest of we.”
I ask Bird, “what is it like to be thee,
soaring low and high, turning on nigh,
floating and billowing above?
Bird says to me, “I am me,
most bird, free to be as I am,
in the air of we.”
I ask Sun, “what is it like to be thee,
supremely glistening, shining light,
warming and radiating in constancy?
Sun says to me, “I am me,
most sun, free to be as I am,
in the universe of we.”
Tree, Bird and Sun say to me, “what is it like to be thee,
giving in to gravity, walking, tasting, smelling, hearing, seeing, touching,
living and loving?
I say to Tree, Bird, and Sun, “I am me,
most me, free to be as I am,
in the body of we.”
“I am Tree Bird Sun.”
Learn more about our guest blogger, Nancy Sanchez, Owner & Master Instructor at AnatomyFlow.