Sticks and Stones « Whispers In The Wind

Sticks and Stones

May 7, 2008 by Shirley

The tree has known, as well as stone
the strength it takes to bend
For trees are rooted deeply
Precious foliage to nurture and tend.

A chilling breeze through idle leaves
Just blew the tree away
While bestowing warmth on a shaded face
A back draft thaw was taking place.

Yet trees are trees and stone is stone
Dependent moss on both has grown
What purpose, fate, do you suppose
Had in its mind with stats like those?

The mingling of trees with priceless gems
Emerge as a treasure known as friends.

Posted in Poetry | Tagged fate, friendship, Poetry | 7 Comments

on May 7, 2008 at 10:30 am1 Bob

instant classic!
on May 7, 2008 at 10:43 am2 Shirley

Hey Bob, I get by with a little help from my friends…
on May 7, 2008 at 8:07 pm3 Bob

I really like how you purvey your wisdom through the acts of nature. It shows an understanding of both human and non-human relationships that never occur to many of us. (By the way, this is Bubba, not the smart Bob.)
on May 7, 2008 at 8:39 pm4 Shirley

Thanks, Bob. And, I feel very fortunate to know two very smart guys named Bob. I would think it easier for the world to survive without us than without trees!
on May 8, 2008 at 7:02 am5 JO

I love the rhythm and flow of this. (Oh boy! Now let’s see if I get my patchwork icon…can you tell I don’t get out much?)
on May 8, 2008 at 9:56 am6 Shirley

Thanks Jo…hey, do you like these better than the quilt blocks? lol
on May 8, 2008 at 12:04 pm7 harry furness

Very beautiful and very nice. thanks - a fan