“For your shelter
health and peace
I shall stand my ground
even if you tear,
hack and chop me to pieces;
till my last breath
I shall drench you
with birdsongs
to melt your heart;
I promise.”
It’s a tree song,
welling up
from the green bosom;
spreading in waves of love.
Hope the gentle notes
find the hearts to bloom.
Posted for my Midweek Motif ~ Commitment @ Poets United
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I greatly love and revere trees. This is a wonderful expression of commitment.
How true – they never seem to be disheartened with humankind!
There’s something so sad about seeing an old tree hacked out of the ground. And yet so many have been brought down to allow for “progress”… like the “drench you with birdsong”…
If only more of us would listen to their song..and not drown it out with chainsaws – either actually or metaphorically – a beautiful song
Oh this is truly beautiful, Sumana. I can feel in my heart the depth of commitment expressed in your poem.
I love this! I often think about trees and their feelings, about being in one spot never moving, the things they must see…they must be patient souls!
Oh my goodness. I think this is my favourite poem of all time. Absolutely beautiful and heart-stirring. It was a gift to read this. Thank you.
What a peaceful and a gentle commitment!! Beautiful lines…sumana 🙂
I shall drench you
with birdsongs
to melt your heart;
I promise.”
It’s a tree song,
Sigh.. beautiful lines Sumana ❤
nature is so precious and yet we chop it, neglect it and then wonder why the world is falling to pieces.
Oh, yes! I remember that children’s book about the loving tree who finally became a chair or a splinter, I think. It seemed to me to be such a cruel sacrifice! But in your poem, I think instead of Jesus and this whole earth. I hope a heart or two will hold such a gift of drenching in song and love.
I hear the tree’s birdsong. It’s beautiful. Lovely to write about the tree’s giving nature. Thank you Sumana.
One of the saddest sights is to see a mature tree being felled despite its beauty, despite its benefit to ours and other creatures survival, just to provide an easier route for a highway or industrial development.
At the moment where I live trees over a hundred years old are being destroyed for a highway. The tree were planted for the Anzacs. It is scandalous…there have been protests but the majority of people could not give a damn.
I have a great love of trees too. And oh the joy of being drenched by birdsong. Tis so that one of my neighbour’s trees is a home for a multitude of birds and how they sing.
Anna :o]
Hope the tree-songs are forever alive.
What a lovely tree song Sumana ~ May we continue to hear it always ~
“It’s a tree song,
welling up
from the green bosom;
spreading in waves of love.”
Yes…for me this is the core…and is what I saw and felt as I hugged my favorite tree this week. Thank you.