Mother Trees,
I touch their wrinkled bodies
but not their patient roots,
entwined below the detritus
fostering youth
transferring vital resources.
Mother Trees,
wise and supportive,
from today's peak,
I see gallons of green,
a fountain of new leaves.
I wish I could thank them each
individually,
and like a mountain
cradle new species,
stall the storms,
squeeze water from the clouds
to give each branch a drink.
Work in harmony with
all that came before us
with the faith of a forest.
©2024 | K.F. Hartless
Cover Art: “Mountain. Momma” Molly Kernan
Prompt: Write a poem that repeats or focuses on a single color. I don’t know if I’ve done just that, but I enjoyed crafting this forest find with inspiration from a lesson on the life of fungi (a trailer for the enlightening film, Fantastic Fungi). Enjoy.
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