Breaking the Silence

I hear the trees calling to me
They break the silence
Of my weary soul

Appreciating the gift of beauty
in nature’s perfect painting
The green and gold’s mingling
Into a mirage of brilliance

A thunderstorm raging high above
Lightning raking the skies
The falling rains to quench
Hungering roots of thirst

Air is filled with freshness of the leaves
Glistening diamond droplets sparkling in dappled sun
A mossy green velvet shawl draping to ground
And the wind whispers lightly

Carrying the spirit voices of Ash and Embla
Intertwining limbs becoming as one
Our breath becoming your breath
The beauty of nature melding

Into one and the same
Each needing the other
You and I

I hear the trees calling to me
They break the silence
Of my weary soul

by linda thurmond©2014

Linda Thurmond

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