There is a Chinese Parasol tree in Kyoto, Japan. Grown from the seeds of the hibakujumoku, the trees that survived Hiroshima. It is a humbling reminder that the power of man to do evil cannot defeat the power of nature to heal and survive. For dVerse Poets Haibun Monday.
A Phoenix in Kyoto – Haibun Monday
Tall and green she shares her shade. Born of the hibakujumoku, survivor of horror and black rain. So much death surrounded her as buildings crashed and humans burned and life evaporatated. Yet, she survives. As the Phoenix rises from the ashes, and the moon pulls in on herself nature waxes full once more in the steady march of time. Her seeds came to this place where she stands in quiet testimony, reminding all that the stupidity of man is no match for the beauty of nature.
no atrocity cancels blessings of nature greening comes again
A warm wind blows across the prairie tonight making ripples and waves in the summer grass tiny sparrows dart through seas of slender reeds dodging the billowing surf of golden seed tips reeds bend in the breeze, their tops heavy with seed with eager anticipation of the coming autumn when at last they will release their heavy burden to blow free across the prairie
Thoughts go racing wildly around my brain nameless horrors that painfully sear into my memory so filled with pain heart fluttering with anxiety and fear loneliness aches, cry a single tear. I must somehow carry on, be brave find the sun and from darkness I must save joy that was mine before the nights grew cold merry songs not dirges sung before the grave evenings warm and gay, stars bright and bold.
Hope flutters around sparkles and iridescence shining like foil confetti blowing in the summer wind
Elusive and evasive try catching snowflakes on your tongue uncatchable and unstoppable
A freckle that mars perfect alabaster skin difficult to see beyond harder still to look away from
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Thanks to dVerse Poets Quadrille for the prompt. Last week was a down week here, I’ve spent most of it “processing.” Hopefully this week things will get kind of back to normal, for awhile at least while we sit, and wait, hope, and simply believe. Thanks for stopping by.
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