Bough of the tree

[woeful mountain]

O, bough of the tree,
the verdant leaves you hold,
lush inflorescence bloom with olfaction of spring

I await, anticipating this moment,
to nestle beneath your gracious arms,
where time unravels in the cradle of nature's embrace

Whispers weave through your branches,
a zephyr that murmurs secrets untold.
In the comfort of your shadows,
I find solace, a tranquil haven.

Nature’s melody plays softly into zephyr,
every leaf holds a musical note of masterpiece,
a soothing symphony transcends the ticking clock.

Beneath, your gracious limbs, I halt,
where I stare the boundary between sky and earth,
the world fades into a gentle blur.
Stories engraved in the bark of ages,
unraveling tales with every touch,
a sanctuary where past and present intertwine.

In the fragrance of spring, I lose myself,
a scent that lingers, a breath of rejuvenation.
O, bough of the tree, in your arms,
time becomes a mere illusion.

[stone rapids]

You bird.

I'll take a flier.

Let me see the feathers infused with black sea salt

Off the beaches with black sands

With volcanoes off in the distance

Do you drool after words, speech?

Then for the stars you must reach

Boughs of trees snap.

And in the winter, it loses its leaves

Wherefore do you get the essence of blackberry?

Dost thou drink the essence of thorn, or essence of raven? These vials I carry, like potions in an endless babble, a bag

Take of dittany

And heal your splinchings

Ron, be the lion and return unto the rock where you lost your home.

[topaz wyvern]

*Ron, be the lion

and return unto the rock

where you lost your home.*

- sodo42

[woeful mountain]

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[stone rapids]

You are a bird

In the bough of a tree

I wrote a poem responding to your beautiful words