Theme: Nature

Listening to a Forest

Listening to a forest...

Let voices not follow,
let silence not desert,
The echo of my steps
is talking to me -
I am walking through a forest.

When forests cry,
they fill up to the brim.
Some trees rise above,
but most drown in floods.
There is only mourning -
no listeners, and no words.

Birches, pine and bamboos
strive for light and space.
Creepers cling to them
reaching for the sun.
In depths of rain forests
there is only dark,
but they do not give up...

Sometimes forests dry,
dwindle or desiccate,
or burn in wild fires
for no fault of theirs.
They simply lie dormant -
waiting to come back.

I left my stories behind
so I could hear them whisper -
how leaves rattle in sorrow,
and stems sway in distress.
I could almost hear them say
how they lived through
too little or too much.

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01-May-2005

More By  : Dr. Uma Asopa

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