Trees Poem by Jon Berry

Time begins upon a wind, a journey of the first, to find the ground, come whistling down, to quench a hungry thirst.
The skies are bright, nights are light & time is racing through, slow pressure down into the ground, a passage welcome too.

The heavy earth comes raining down to put me in my place, I'm sinking down to find my crown & start a brand new phase.
I start to split & break & crack, a journey of the last, when I look down & see the ground, a distant land, the past

I'm cautious now, I can't tell how, if life will treat me fare, to look above the ground again to see what space I share.
To feel so small, insignificant, to dream of standing tall, the lightest breeze may topple me & one day I might fall.

The strength begins to rise in me, it's running through my veins, old feelings seem to fade away: the struggle, the fear, the pains.
Open arms, smile at the world & wave at new beginnings, my journey has come round so fast my head is nearly spinning.

Feeling broad & self assured my core is standing straight, my roots are deep, foundations built, I'm on to something great.
The wind now just a friend to me, a friend that I adore, for it helps my love & helps my life into the world once more.