SEA OF GREEN

The Climb

The climb was long,

I’m growing old,

my legs are weary.

I rest high up, 

and lookout over

an endless sea of green,

trees joined together in a silence 

overwhelming.

I wonder their experience,

sensed with eyes unseeing.

Prisoners of their world,

what do they think,

what do they say?

I’ve been here before,

but not in a dream,

and had thoughts much the same.

I remember that I sat on a rock,

and sketched out a scene.

I remember the silence,

the quiet,

the peace of it all.

A breeze stirs the leaves.

The wind strengthens,

and the sky turns shades of grey.

A storm is on the way.

Raven calls,

and is answered.

The silence broken,

I stumble down the rocky trail,

a prisoner of my dream,

into the sea of green.

EAS 2018