Lost in the woods, as it were

With no one to comfort me
I spoke with my friends, the equally lonely trees
For, what  they seem to be doing all day long
Is to just wait and play with the truant breeze
That, chooses the time and pace that suits it
To caress the ever silent, waiting leaves.

 
No words were spoken for none were needed
Between the trees and I there was an empathy,
We’ve been together for a long stretch of time
Stories between us to fill a book of history,
Moments that we’d shared , both tears and joy
Treasured by both, secure, shelved in memory.
 

I’d look at them and they at me, every single day
Each content in the other’s gaze as Time stood still,
For, that was their way as  I sipped my cup of tea
With the birds joining in to complete our daily drill.

 
Ordinary lives, ordinarily lived, are supreme
Grounded, well-rounded, lodged in the arms of reality
Each day well- spent, the daily dream
No fireworks, no extravaganzas, no mystique,
Lived Just,
Honestly .

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)