The Homage of Trees

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Poetry Jam "Where is your forest?"

"The groves were God's first temples." 

 ~William Cullen Bryant

Like baptist steeples they reach toward the skies

a choir in motion that like spirits they rise

they achieve greatness dwelling in the roots of home
a tribe in ceremony that never sways or falls alone

their lineage is founded on contentment's core
an allegiance of bonding that settles deep yet soars

freedom is held within the winds of thier dance
for their own liberty aspires right where they stand.

Brilliance

Think Tank Prompt #6

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Brilliance is not a newly cut diamond,

but the glistening eyes of a child so full of hope.

Brilliance is not a scientific theory,

but the enlightening that can occur

in the colliding of two souls.

Brilliance is not an orchestrated opus,

but the deep flutter of the leaves

that only the forest can compose.

Brilliance is not a numeric formula,

but the unmeasurable capacity

of what the heart can hold.