I am putting this out there, knowing the right vines will tap into the root.
A tree in this strange forest, It came here for you.
Baring ancient secrets, and hidden instructions everyone once knew,
Are you curious yet? Here’s a clue, nothing under this old sun is new.
Predictions unwittingly whispered over the winds.
A riddle and a lesson from the blue.
A little fun before the world comes unglued.
to pour unimaginable realities among me and you.
I’ll be dancing, knowing I did all I could do.
I went for a walk through spaces of green, imagining the life of a single tree.
Then a thought occurred to me, they aren’t disconnected beneath,
they form a network of connecting roots, a community, an organism living, just like me.
Extending tendrils beneath and above the ground to remind anyone who will see,
we’re not alone in this reality.
I am listening and tapping into the tune I’ve found as I’m exploring, when suddenly.
Oh what a beautiful melody, and it surrounds and fills me until I’m humming.
I’m mesmerized by this sound I’ve found, and now, it’s bubbling a river of thoughts through me.
I’m surprised that under the music I find, the sweetest voice singing,
speaking words like rain, one with the trees, it too feeds me,
drenching me in options and choices, beauty and nurturing, how refreshing.
Until I’m full of peace. Then a new variety popped up in me,
floating to the surface from the river beneath.
rushing in and drowning me in varying shades of turquoise demanding attention.
As if to tell me there was no more time for lollygagging.
The message felt urgent to me. I touched a hand gently to a giant near me.
Under the oceans, under the seas, what if the reasoning beneath each of these, isn’t what it seems?
Interesting. But what are you trying to say to me?
I’m met with a breeze, a rustling of leaves, and a new train of insights approaching me.
Maybe, just maybe… there is another reason for this mixture existing,
something beneath the obvious logic covering.
I’m thinking, and feeling a little crazy, maybe I shouldn’t be talking to trees.
You’re one of us Bernadette, a little Grove, if you leave, where will you go?
and aren’t you the least bit curious to know where the thought might lead?
Oh please… Using my weakness against me. I’m listening.
The canopy is waving to reveal a slightly clouded sky and stars above me.
just saying, apply what you know from experience, what isn’t salt resistant?
What resides in the winds, disembodied.
I find myself laughing, rolling my eyes at the storyteller in me.
Beneath the response there’s a prickling, something is chilling.
What obtains vessels in times of weakness?
What finds sanctuary inside beasts?
What attacks anything when it’s hungry?
And that’s when the trees stopped talking.
Leaving me in stillness and peace,
pondering all they were saying.