Melody of Trees

Melody of Trees

Mara Smith

I wish to grab hold of it.
To grasp the wilting leaves,
To store the smell of campfire smoke,
To hide the murky waters.

I long for the sun to stay.
Like a child longs for a parent
After an unwanted dream.
I need the melody of the trees to play.

As the leaves fall onto the waters
That have become silent and still;
Even as the song of trees is muted.
I hold on.

Smoke swirls upward
Intertwined with purple-stained sky,
it floats toward the clouds waving
Goodbye.

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Mara Smith
Poet

Photography by Kristina Tamašauskaitė