A Colourful Breath
By Amber C
“Trees exhale for us so that we can inhale them to stay alive. Can we ever forget that? Let us love the trees with every breath we take.” – Munia Khan
Flowing to the deep pine again,
Flowing to the call of the breeze,
Wind singing,
A sadder strain mixed in the mellows of her song,
Further, swaying to the tune of the trees.
Eyes, like sponges,
Absorbing the resonance of emerald life,
Blazes of purple, periwinkle, azure, apricot,
Butterflies bursting from calm cocoons.
Nearby, petals breathe,
Inhaling, Exhaling,
The silken oak reflecting,
Echoing breath.
Drifting over soft blades,
Whispering crickets,
Back to amber warmth of the cabin,
The sleepy sun, finally enticed,
To the other side of her patient planet.