Sticks come from trees that buzz with bees
For walking crooked in strange places
Stones come from dust that blow on breeze
The mountains all have faces
Trees whisper questions to the sky
About You who tastes Gaia´s green
Tell us who You are and why
You can smell the water, fresh and clean
Can You fly like fish, shine sunbeams
Gaze upon the wonder that is absurd?
Is it real or just a painters dream
What´s the nature of Your inner world?
Can You touch the undrawn dream inside?
Can You drink a flower, eat or feel a word
Or wander heaven as some brilliant bird?
You, Human with Power, Divine, decide!
I found the opening line,”Sticks come from trees that buzz with bees”, deceptively simplistic in a technical sense.It will lull the unsuspecting reader approaching this for the first time into a false sense of expectation. Which is ever the hall mark of excellent and superbly crafted poetry.
Thanks Louis! I was playing with the tongue twister in a childlike way (like in a children´s rhyme) because it made me happy and brought me back to my essence. I felt free and light and then the rest came out. It was a surprise to me too!
Insightful and well-crafted poem. Looking forward to read more.