Trees that would pain me
by the mere way it's standing
so still, so sad, so silent,
spreading it's branches, white and willowy
as far as it could stretch
arching it's back
over the edge of the jagged cliff
as if pained and trying
to tell a tale, of woe
and of a life that has been...

Trees that would awe me
majestic, fearless and proud
towering, reaching, out to the sky
scanning and sharing the secrets
of the vast boundless meadow,
amongst its jade whispering leaves..

Trees that would haunt me
at night with branches spread wide,
with a mere rustle every now and then.
Barks like faces, white and brooding
dismally ashen, ghostly raven,
throwing fearsome jagged shadows
across the sleeping earth.

Trees that would enchant me,
with its breathtaking beauty,
carrying a halo of tender,
streaming rays of light,
peering, teasing smiling
through the dazzling emerald
evergreen leaves...
filling my entire being with hope and joy.

Trees that spell life itself...

by Nira Gunawa

Nira Gunawa - She grew up in the most picturesque part in Sri Lanka with endless meadows and evergreen trees with changing leaves. Poetry is an expression to air her feelings about the wonder of nature and the memories that never left her. To her nature is everything...mere life itself... A poem she remembers... "I wonder if it seems to you Lurianna Lurilee that all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves, Oh Lurianna Lurilee..." She also indulges in nature photography and insist that all her friends look at her photo albums full of grass and trees and misty places!
 
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