Green moss adorned onlooker of the World,
Home to insects, animals, birds and snakes,
Lashed by rain, lightening scarred, while the sun bakes;
Stalwart sentinel, twisting branches, knurled,
Reaching to clouds on high with leaves unfurled,
Seasons run their course; sudden peace breaks
As man cuts down life for the wood he takes
Screeching saw, “Timber!” strip, chop, trim and hurled.
Fearsome visage masks gentle inner force,
Resolute guardian, woodland watcher stands,
Spirit strong among the trees’ earth bound roots;
The forest needs to stand free from man’s hands,
The cycle of life, a natural resource,
Relieve harm to Gaia as man pollutes.
(c) Robert Jones 2013, All Rights Reserved
I was inspired to write this poem when I saw what appeared to be a face, spine and pelvis in the mirrored image of moss growing on a tree trunk in Sydney Park.
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Wonderful. I see the figure. Love the poem . Some things can only be described through verse.
I can see the Green Man perfectly. What a stunning, vivid photograph.
Thank you for the poem. I can hear and see the forest life you describe as I read it.
The Green Man! Wonderful!
You are quite the talented gentleman. Your words take me back to a time long ago and I like that. 🙂
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Love this! Fantastic poem…bravo! 🙂
SoundEagle adores this poem of yours not just for its imagery and clever use of words but also its rhyming scheme(s). For example, in the first stanza, the end-rhymes are almost palindromic.
Please peruse SoundEagle’s many poems too since you seem to like rhyming.
It is so well done that SoundEagle intends to savour it at least several times all over again, and to sample the message couched in ecology, environmentalism and animism.
Never alone…..always the Presence of the living earth!
Love the photo, love the poem. Reminds me of the Lorax and the Giving Tree. Wish I could {{{hug}}} that tree. Kozo
Thank you, Kozo 🙂
This is BRILLIANT!
Thank you, Chester