The Memory Of Trees

So Enya has this album called "The Memory Of Trees", and I was listening to it and wondering what trees would remember if they could think and feel,  see, smell, and hear.  I imagined them waking up from an enchanted slumber, and stretching limb and leaf toward the sky.  Feeling  the sun, they'd think, "What is that warmth on my leaves?  Oh, sun, I remember!"  They'd wiggle their roots in the cool, hard dirt, deep below the grass.  They'd say, "What's that I hear?  Birds!  Water!  I remember.. I remember!"  So, while I was listening to Enya, I decided to write a poem; a poem about 'The Memory of Trees...'

Sun and rain, wind and snow

In the memory of trees

Long green grass grows far below

Branches moved by breeze

Flood and drought, fire and storm

Did these old boughs mar

These trees with time and trials formed

Lithe and strong, yet scarred

Branches stretching to the sky

Reaching for the sun

While far below the soil lie

Roots entwined as one

Birds on limbs and branches nest

Bees in hives abide

Squirrels in nooks and crannies rest

Hiding nuts inside

Hunts and wars, and lovers' trysts

Encounters more than these

From lifetimes past, do still exist

In the memory of trees


Beth