SPARK

Stephanie Fogel

Inspiration Piece

I sit under the mighty tree

back against its hard trunk

feet on the earth.

My thinking tree.

I’ve come here many times throughout the years to ponder

to dream

to wrestle with impossibilities.

To rest against its strength

and watch it move with the wind.

To find nourishment from the life born up from within.

To watch the bluebirds as they soar and land lightly on the branches above

and the squirrels scurrying up and down.

With rain comes nourishment for the tree’s soul

as it seeps through the ground and up through the trunk and branches.

In snow, a new creation is formed as flakes drop gently onto twigs and

a hush falls over the land.

In Fall, the leaves burn as fire

falling away to nurture the ground.

In Spring, the fragrance overwhelms with succulence

and the birds begin their singing once more.

With sunset’s orange hues it takes on a life of its own.

Leaves dance, sharing the joy of creating and sustaining life.

Pulsing with nature’s song,

“I’m alive

I’m alive

I’m alive, hallelujah.”

Alisa Laska

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