The Wise Old Trees Poem by Lauren Vickery

She sat their amongst the leaves
Pondering how the trees must grieve
How they must wallow amongst their pain
But become reborn with the summer rain

Do they understand their sorrow
Or do they linger for tomorrow
Do they grow to become stronger
Or do they blossom to stay there longer? 



She whispered to the trees for guidance
But all they replied was sagacious silence
She smoothed her hands against the grass
Hoping life would quickly pass

But the trees, they did not agree
They wanted her to understand that she was free
Not restrained by roots that tangle
or by the spiders which once here dangled

They needed her to know that she could run
That her mind could grow with the morning sun
So they swayed amongst the autumn breeze
Turning the air into a bitter freeze

It came to her, like a contrast dream
Shot through a chest like an almighty beam
She must embrace the current moment
Before she can bathe in the holy atonement

She picked herself from off the ground
And felt her heart begin to pound
So filled with love, so filled with grace
She left the trees, for a better place