When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.
I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”
- Mary Oliver
The written way to share insight and wisdom; from others and me, covering an infinite subject range – equality, nature, acceptance.
RESPONSE: wow this poem is awesome. I love it’s modern p.o.v. And the detail is incredible. I listened to its author verbally read aloud and recommend it so much.
Pause wait what,
It’s the squirrel again prying acorns from their shells,
It’s all the boxes checked and to be
The sunshine shaded by the oak
You’re missed, and not;
It’s not a this or that it’s both,
Grateful for this love life breath.
I guess that’s all for now,
Lunch break is over soon