
My husband and I went hiking a while back and came upon this moss-covered log on a pine forest trail. For some unknown reason, it caught my eye, and I spent at least five full minutes gazing at it.
Not that I believe in talking trees, but it seemed to have a story to tell and I wanted to take the time to listen. By absorbing that moment instead of rushing away, a poem resulted. The story the moss-covered log had to tell was told. It was a valuable lesson I hope I won’t soon forget – that it’s always a good thing to stop and sit awhile.
Photo by Charlie Edmisten
The Moss to the Tree
Old friend,
You’ve fallen
But I will cover you with life
There on the forest floor
You lost your life and more
Now,
I make my vow to restore
They saw you dying
Walked by, disregarding
Now,
They see me clinging
And they stop and wonder
Stop and ponder
Now,
Beautiful together
I knew you could be free
Clothed in my fragility
Now,
We blend in harmony
I saw what they didn’t see
Your surrender and nobility
Now,
They see union in all its purity
Once, they looked at you
Only when you grew
Now,
They look at you anew
Old friend,
You’ve fallen
But I will cover you with life