Green and brown, warp and weft, they dance neatly
Past each other, letting the blue
Slice in to carve smiles on the forest-face.
The sun beams its way on and through
Crown shyness, glory of the canopy
Dream and doom of the human race.
Deep underneath the parent trees deftly
Twine roots and nurture children who
Rise sunward in their life-sharing embrace.
Hibah Shabkhez is a writer of the half-yo literary tradition, an erratic language-learning enthusiast, a teacher of French as a foreign language and a happily eccentric blogger from Lahore, Pakistan. Her work has previously appeared in Wellington Street Review, Black Bough, Nine Muses, Borrowed Solace, Ligeia, Cordite Poetry, and a number of other literary magazines. Studying life, languages and literature from a comparative perspective across linguistic and cultural boundaries holds a particular fascination for her.
About This Poem
We have so much to learn from trees about this new world where we must learn to be together while remaining physically apart.