Ancient Trees: Haiku

ANCIENT TREES

Though clouds grow, rain falls
A sweet, soft secret wind blows
The root path shines pure

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on August 4, 2020, in Haiku, Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Now if only humans would let them be. 👍🤗

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  2. Indeed… May we all find our roots and follow Nature’s path and our hearts… 💚

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  3. I love this, Ben. Delicately beautiful…

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