Tree fingers touch the glass pane
Not mocking my human pain
But tracing it subtly,
Winding its roots around me.
Then, like magic, nature numbs it,
Totally erases
The hurt and shame.
Poems, Prose, Possibilities- A blog about life, nature, and meaning.
By JM Blaine- peacenpoems@gmail.com

Tree fingers touch the glass pane
Not mocking my human pain
But tracing it subtly,
Winding its roots around me.
Then, like magic, nature numbs it,
Totally erases
The hurt and shame.