Above my head tree branches intertwine
to form a leafy canopy
through which the silvery moon light can shine
if only intermittently.
A lasting sense of peace pervades this place.
As if some sacred spirit rules.
Your troubles disappear and leave no trace.
The trees are her most willing tools
deep rooted in the earth they stand.
Living slow growing monuments
who knows what mysteries they understand
They suffer not from mans ailments.
No jealous animosity
can penetrate this sanctuary
18-Jan-08.
Mystical and moving piece Ivor, I love any poems that talk of nature and the elements. Delightful read. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
A nice place this Sacred Grove! Thanks for sharing, Lovely poem Ivor! ! *10*! Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was so immensely beautiful, Ivor! A 10 is not high enough to rate it! :)