I am crying for the Amazon because the loss of animal life and the trees is devastating. This poem honors our forests, the arms of the Goddess, still reaching out to us though we forget who she is, our dear Mother Earth.
The way goes deep
into these dark woods.
Your Mag-lit blinks
as shadows splice the light.
You hold your world
bound tight on your back
with ropes strung as questions.
The burden pulls down your smile.
You are not alone.
My trunk is your spine.
My roots reach out with food
and a protected path.
My limbs will hold you
and shield you.
I am the forest;
each sapling is nourished
by my grace.
I shelter and feed travelers
who rest in the moss at my feet.
I bring rain and make you a garden.
Lay down your burdens;
give to me all that you cannot carry.
©Barbara Harris Leonhard, extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
Image: Pixabay
Stunning!My heart aches for the trees and the animals that are losing their lives.
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Thank you, Linda! I’m sure I’m not alone in grief and lack of sleep.
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I agree with you and I too feel the sadness ❤️
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😞😞😞
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Lovely poem about a terrible terrible situation.
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Thank you, Phillip! 😞
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