Poem of the Moment

Poem of the Moment

 

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Sapling

Sprouting from the womb of soil
your tendrils stretching downwards
the orb of the sun
it casts its warm rays
over your gentle head.
Grow
be unafraid to reach the forest canopy
to see with your eyes
yellow birds
perching on your branches
eagles circling around your crown
your roots
spreading into the damp earth,
highways for tiny critters
journeying underground.
the rolling landscape of fellow trees
swaying
to the symphony of forest.

And you too,
will let the wind bend you,
sweetening your sap
with its breath.

~ Sheniz Janmohamed
You can buy her book “Firesmoke” here.

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