A Different View
The rain falls on my canopy
a pitter-patter so serene
time gets lost inside these woods
where everything is mossy green.
Once the storm has taken hold
illuminating the darkening sky
animals escape to their cozy dens
they run for cover, but not I.
I drink deeply of this gift
rainy weather won’t phase me
I patiently wait for the sun’s return
to grow into a bigger tree.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2017
The art is mine called Magic Forest. Covering prompts 2 and 3, with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads and shared with Poets United.
Capricious Poet 
Waiting patiently for the sun to return is sometimes a thankless task…
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Lol! I hear you!
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Lovely! (Perhaps I’ll come back as a tree. 🙂 )
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Perhaps you will, Rosemary!
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Very cool to choose this narrator for a new view of storms.
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Thank you, Susan!
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Luv how you yield to nature’s nurturing ways.
Thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Standard this week
much love…
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I keep meaning to write again, Gillena and I will. I’m visiting a friend this week. Please tag me on Facebook for this coming week?
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Like the image you created, there’s something so central about this tree which we can’t often see, placing ourselves too often in its seat.
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So true, Brendan! Thank you for visiting!
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In a fanciful moment, I called myself a sister to trees and have even written about it. Perhaps we are related?
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2017/03/05/endless-search/
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We are related because we are both nature freaks. Lol! I plan on publishing a book of my nature poems someday I have written a lot of them.
Nice to meet you, Elizabeth and I hope you’re feeling better.
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Like the point of view of the young tree…
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Thank you so much!
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Love the voice. I can almost taste the water.
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I love being in the rain on my bicycle. Unless it’s a real downpour.
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I shall enjoy the experience vicariously through you!
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Lol!
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I do think that we have to appreciate the storms of weather and the storms of life. The sun will return…and all will (eventually) be well again! (We hope.)
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We never really know, until the weather clears. Thanks, Mary!
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Reading this poem, am filled, with a sense of inner peace and self-acceptance, which I really love, Bekki. Something, I’m striving for myself, especially, as I place my abusive past, in the past, with my biological family. Part of this meaning, breaking off all contact with them, as they have hurt me, in all ways, except sexually, with numerous attempts on my life, from my younger brother. Thank you, for sharing this gorgeous poem.
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You are very welcome, Therisa! I know how it feels having family members against you. I’m so sorry you do too. I’m so happy this could give you some peace while reading it. Big hug!
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You give a tree voice….and beautifully so. Well done.
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Thank you, Beverly!
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The strength and wisdom (and majesty) of a tree. Beautiful!
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Thank you, Sherri!
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I love the art and the poem….love the tenacity of trees, patiently growing into bigger trees in all circumstances.
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Thanks, Sherry! Hugs!
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What it must be like to have the endurance of a tree. You offer a great perspective.
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Thanks, Kerry!
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Gorgeous write, Bekkie ❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa!
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Oh to be a tree, Bekkie!
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I hear you, Kim!
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Kim, your link isn’t working at the Linky.
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😁🌲🌳
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Love the point of view… rain is a blessing for a tree.
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You should know, you live in a land of many trees.
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Nice ending, Bekkie, unexpected for me. It’s a beautiful description for a rainy day, it’s the way it is then.
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Thank you, Jim!
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