rhonda_lansky
The Tree
The tree in my back yard
on dark and stormy days
Becomes a life like creature
that peers out all gloomy and grey.
The water drips down
the thick recesses of the bark,
in well sought out paths,
eerily calling forth the beings
from within the tree.
Water, life giving water
falling from the sky
awakens my senses
and opens my eyes
to see.
The living souls all around us
the ones we do not see.
Other dimensions and places in time.
Uniquely linked and networked
in worlds unknown.
What we think we see,
we do not know
and what we think we know,
we do not see,
for blind are we to other lives
seeing not but our own.
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The Tree
The tree in my back yard
on dark and stormy days
Becomes a life like creature
that peers out all gloomy and grey.
The water drips down
the thick recesses of the bark,
in well sought out paths,
eerily calling forth the beings
from within the tree.
Water, life giving water
falling from the sky
awakens my senses
and opens my eyes
to see.
The living souls all around us
the ones we do not see.
Other dimensions and places in time.
Uniquely linked and networked
in worlds unknown.
What we think we see,
we do not know
and what we think we know,
we do not see,
for blind are we to other lives
seeing not but our own.
View the original picture on my page