Under the Redwood Tree

Under the redwood tree
a bee dives low
for the water…
heads go under

Arms and legs
move with grace –
we look up to the
bright blue sky
with a touch of white

Two crows speak
as if we understand
their urgency…
silence soon becomes them

Under the redwood tree
we breathe in serenity –
Lacing our fingers
we steal a kiss
and reminisce
to those earlier days

Lauren Scott September 2017

 

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Above All Else

I can’t figure it out.

I’ve pondered and analyzed
to my heart’s discontent

and still, nothing makes sense.

I think I’ll take a walk
into the woods,
to be embraced
by the gentle breeze,
to be touched by
serenity,

and I need to see the trees.
They have a keen sense
of awareness,

so I’m going to ask them.

Yes, the trees will know.

Lauren Scott © 2015