I recently had a very interesting conversation with my beloved about the spirit of trees and their energy. It reminded me of this poem I wrote almost two years ago now. A poem that felt like a remembering more than a creation. Reflecting on trees made me want to share this poem. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know in the comments if you can relate to it, if your spirit resonates with non-animal entities in this world, or if you have even felt the soul of a tree.
In a Past Life...
A Poem written April 25, 2017
In a past life you were a river and I was a tree.
You, always you, and I, only me
You, a river powerful enough to drag and push heavy rocks to the Sea
Strong enough to dig into the Earth and reshape your own boundary
Gentle enough to invite dragonflies upon your banks and boulders
To carry moonlight and starlight upon your back and shoulders.
I , a weeping willow tree growing near,
with trunk gnarled and twisted made
long flowing branches that dance on the wind
A respite for birds, and a haven of shade
You carved out the land between you and me to reach the caress of my luscious green hue
I reached my roots deeply into your bed only to touch the very heart of you.
Your voice was the swirling around rocks and reeds, of sighs, and trips
My voice was the whisper of wind through leafy arms and fingertips
We sang together in darkness of night
We sang together in day's warm light
Every Autumn I would shake loose my golden garlands to decorate your waves and in yellow splendor hide you
In Winter I would bejewel myself in diamonds of snow and ice and stand as a queen beside you
Ever-flowing, ever-changing, you were endless, boundless, and free
Yet always present, always nurturing I drank you into me