” If a Tree Falls In the Forest”
” The field was mist and shivers,
In the dewy Spring of Pines.
The soil smelled like the rivers,
Where the creek made Willows whine.
I walked with no restrictions.
No obligation to the world.
Just a skip a hop and limber.
Tree feet girl.
There was no noise or trembles.
That the world,
She whistles loud.
No hustling of the people’s,
In a stomach aching ,
Only clouds above me.
With the rocks under my feet.
Walking in the silent woods,
Where new and old would meet.
I walked where grandma walked there.
When she too had heard no noise.
She did not need much either.
No town or treasure toys.
Just earth things in their beauty.
The moss on ground to touch.
The soft soil caressing my bare feet.
I miss that comfort,
We traveled in the sunshine.
Each season had it’s day.
The cold reminded us to be thankful.
The warmth reminded us to play.
We were forever melted there.
Like hearts carved on the trees.
Two little girls ,
Raised by the dust.
And carried by the breeze.”
Written by Lucia Sullivan ♥ copyright 2017 all rights reserved
I am a clairvoyant, poet, writer, and seer. I believe all things are moving towards the light. I love music, dancing, boating, nature, and animals.