The Breathing Forest

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imbed limbs, lovers sought out cool shade, Evergreen’s hold vigil when breaths blown away.</p><p id="bbf8">They stand guard over woods covered in white. Spirits of the forest overseers from great height.</p><p id="aa37">Arbor trees cycle with each turning season. Inhaling again with buds ready to burst with a reason. They dance covered in pink blossoms at Winter’s completion.</p><p id="6fe4">Birds sing good morning, awakening more from their rest. Maples take in life’s first dawning breath. They stretch for sky welcoming the sun. Then turn to summer where their inward breath will be done.</p><p id="cabc">Copyright <a href="undefined">CMad Poet</a> 2022</p><p id="6fd3">The idea of the forest breathing inward during the spring and summer seasons, then to exhale with autumn and winter came to me while driving over Snoqualmie Pass to the city of Cle Elum. I had a thought about time. The slower an animals metabolism the fa

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ster time moves around them, while a fast metabolic rate causes time flow quick. The slowness of a trees metabolism coupled with the idea of me breathing in and out with the passage of time made me imagine a tree taking a single year to complete a single breath.</p><div id="22aa" class="link-block"> <a href="https://cmadsen71.medium.com/membership"> <div> <div> <h2>Join Medium with my referral link - CMad Poet</h2> <div><h3>As a Medium member, a portion of your membership fee goes to writers you read, and you get full access to every story…</h3></div> <div><p>cmadsen71.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*kc2k-6Ncdf-07lP5)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A poem on the respiration of trees.

Arbor trees cycle with the seasons. Exhaling colorful leaves in exchange for a winter blanket. They sleep during crisp months nestled within the quiet night. Dreaming without sound while squirrels nibble at storage banquets.

Ash hears Autumn’s first call to bed. She sheds off her cloths and breathes out Summer’s shared bread. A sycamore yawns fire at the dimming sunlight. An oak holds a stoic visage with the cold morning frost sight.

Children climbed limbs, lovers sought out cool shade, Evergreen’s hold vigil when breaths blown away.

They stand guard over woods covered in white. Spirits of the forest overseers from great height.

Arbor trees cycle with each turning season. Inhaling again with buds ready to burst with a reason. They dance covered in pink blossoms at Winter’s completion.

Birds sing good morning, awakening more from their rest. Maples take in life’s first dawning breath. They stretch for sky welcoming the sun. Then turn to summer where their inward breath will be done.

The idea of the forest breathing inward during the spring and summer seasons, then to exhale with autumn and winter came to me while driving over Snoqualmie Pass to the city of Cle Elum. I had a thought about time. The slower an animals metabolism the faster time moves around them, while a fast metabolic rate causes time flow quick. The slowness of a trees metabolism coupled with the idea of me breathing in and out with the passage of time made me imagine a tree taking a single year to complete a single breath.