Friday, March 4, 2011

Body Like a Tree

If I were to name the likes of me
I'd praise my body like a tree
Strong and smooth and rough and brown
Into the earth my roots go down
Arms outstretched toward heaven's splendor
Wind and Rain bathe my heart tender
Sun and Moon pass over me
Earth's breath and tears my symphony

And If I were a Maiden Fair
The deep rich brown that is my hair
Would glow beneath the Lunar light
And keep me warm on Winter's night
Dark swirling pools that laugh and shine
Are how I praise these eyes of mine
Songbirds sing and I do answer
In life's sweet journey I am the dancer. 

~Story by Little Drum

3 comments:

B @ Sweet Limes said...

That poem is amazing. You've got such a talent with words. While I was reading it I was imagining myself as a tree, firmly rooted and standing strong. I liked what I saw.

Little Drum Dreams said...

Hi B,
Thanks. Cool that you wove yourself into the story. I like that. I like feeling the swell in my heart when I observe art in motion. Hugs!

Cynthia Eloise said...

i've just been cruising thru your photos, i have always found trees so amazing and beautiful. some great shots.