In the Woods
A poem of gratitude for our connection with trees. Also, an experiment with a video reading.
Silence hums, in the woods. Ancient giants stretch their limbs, reaching skyward; each leaf a tiny sail, catching whispers of sunlight, golden threads weaving through emerald canopies. I stand beneath, a slight shadow among trunks, the weight of my existence light as a feather, yet profoundly rooted, vital in its own way. An orchestra of life unfolds, where branches share silent conversations that pulse through hidden veins, a fungal tapestry of connection, binding us, echoing through trunk-sheaths, a reminder of unity, a dance of mutual grace. In moments of stillness, I find strength; the embrace of roughened bark, the soft rustle of leaves, a lullaby against chaos, offering solace, a sanctuary carved from time. Here, in this sacred space, I am both lost and found, an essential part of something greater, a symphony of existence, where trees stand tall, and I, grateful for their shelter, find my place among roots and dreams.
Author's Note
I thought it would be fun to explore something new with my poetry. So, with a little help from Canva, I turned my poem into a visual experience.
This is my way of inviting you to engage with my words in a whole new way. I believe the mix of visuals and music really brings it to life.
It’s all about connecting on a deeper level.
I will definitely do this again. I hope you enjoyed it!
Upcoming…
September’s writing prompt:
One Hundred-Word Wonders, 17 September 2025
For those who want a head start, this month’s prompt: BUT WHAT DO I KNOW? Write in exactly 100 words, a story, poem, or creative non-fiction in any genre, using the prompt. Pieces should be exactly 100 words, no more or less. The 100-word count does not include the title. Hold your piece until the 17th!
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