All the blooms have paid their visit.
They fulfilled their roles to completion.
Now green leaves of every hue remain on the branches.
All the trees marinate and meld into just a tree
Where the blooms easily identified the species.
Now they are a forest of trees
Indistinguishable to the undiscerning eye.
One lone red maple stands out from the rest.
Does the species of tree matter to the nesting bird
Tending to their fragile, precious young?
Sturdy, tall, with camouflaged branches
They call home.
I call it nature’s greenery.
Published by Healing Insights with Jen
I share my stories honestly as an attempt to find meaning and connection. My intention is that by sharing our stories we ultimately heal ourselves and the world. I want to be a beacon of light to show that it is possible to find your footing and inner strength even when the world seems to be in chaos.
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