There is a grove
Where centurions live
Their roots planted deeply
From long ago
Boughs entangled with mystery
If only they could speak
~
What would be the message
Sent to the multitudes
Many who are as deaf
As they are blind
Not meant for all to hear
Small fractions are only meant
To recieve the wisdom imparted
If this were so
Down in the valley
Amidst the grove of trees
~
They are the seers
Of the impending storm
Inculcating through invocation
Of the impression they leave
For all to see
Juggernauts standing
Side by Side
Battle scarred by the weather
The merciless winds
Bending their boughs and branches
Safety can be found in their care
For the trees are the silent friends
Of all who come to them
Their magnificence speaks
A thousand words
To those who listen quietly
Down in the valley
In the grove of trees
~Moses~
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2 comments:
Welcome back!! And you have been busy - hope you had a lovely wander.
Back for the time being anyhow.
Most of my life has been spent in wandering mode. I still feel isolated though even in crowds of thousands.
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