This is a poem about our deep connection to nature. We are, after all, part of nature. It is also about identification with trees and what they symbolise. I don’t literally believe I was a tree once, and yet I experience my deepest moments of contentment in forests and am constantly in awe of trees.
I Think I Was A Tree Once
A poem by Wayne Visser
I think I was a tree once, A long, long time ago. It doesn’t help to question; It’s something I just know. I feel it when I’m swaying, While gentle breezes blow, And when my feet are rooted, I feel the earth below I fall with leaves of autumn - My time for letting go; I sleep with dreams of winter Beneath the fallen snow; I blossom in the springtime - An iridescent show; I bask in rays of summer - Filled with an inner glow. I feel the sap within me, While silently it flows, And as I reach for sunlight, I feel my spirit grows. I walk among the forest When I am most alone And there, among my kindred, I know that I’ve come home.
Source
From Wishing Leaves: Favourite Nature Poems