Don’t you know,
don’t we know
what lies in our hands.
A planet, round.
What we touch each,
resonating to the
other side.
Can you feel the tremble
of the green tree
in leaf,
from the wind that
passed by
on its turning circle.
A planet, round.
Where I stand
you kneel to feel,
and I am aware
of how the foliage
falling,
a discarded robe,
is collected up
and donned anew
in your
greening Spring
returning.
Don’t we know,
yes, don’t we see
what lies beating.
A land to have,
to hold, to cherish,
something shared.
Don’t we see
what lies solid,
a living being breathing,
held fast
between us,
this planet round,
that links your hand in mine.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
April 2020
Our care for nature is one of our most sacred trusts.
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Yes, thank you dear Maren for your thoughts.
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