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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is crazy, I never knew this website existed untill I googled my name (my name is Lauren Vickery as well) and this poem popped up. It's so surreal...I write poetry as well and I am obsessed with trees. This poem spoke to me and I'm really glad I googled my name now.