When trees cry, the whole world drips
in tingly, diamond fingertips
which rush down necks and trace lined brows,
reminding us that pain of now
will soak the earth with verdant paint,
ignite sun’s beams with no constraint;
for tear-drops come, and tear-drops go,
but clouds will thin for those below.
Hi Melody, Trees are an important metaphor for me as well. Beautiful post and thank you, Ellen
Thank you Ellen! I so love trees, too. I love how we breathe out their needs, and they return the favour. What a beautiful picture of how life was designed to work!
Thank you!! 🙂
I loved the hope and encouragement in this one . . .and another great photo!!!