When Trees Cry

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.

7 comments on “When Trees Cry

  1. Hi Melody, Trees are an important metaphor for me as well. Beautiful post and thank you, Ellen

  2. Caddo Veil says:

    Beautiful poem.

  3. Debbie says:

    I loved the hope and encouragement in this one . . .and another great photo!!!

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