Soft Green Prayers
by
Judy Meeker
copyright 04-18-2006
Age Rating: 18 to 127
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Tall pine trees cuddle
The old grave yard like a child
As around the tombs they huddle
Whispering all the while
Through long needle tongues.
A canvas of greenery over head
Ever reaching toward the sky
Whispering soft green prayers over the dead
No one but God knows why
Or what was said.
Whispering voices call
Through tongues brown and raw
Until the brittle needles fall
To cover the tombs
Like brown wombs.
Then all is still
And the naked branches kneel
Tongue-less on the hill.
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The process and transformation in this poem is great! I understand how everything will soon die.... I too wonder now what is being said in the final hours of life. I'm sure nature has it's own way as you've described here! Great Write Judy!