Poetry by Samantha Underhill

BREATH OF TREES
 
In ages past, when Earth was young,
Beneath a golden, blazing sun,
Amidst this world, a sacred birth,
There grew the trees, a force of worth.
 
From ancient groves to verdant glades,
They stretched their arms, offered shades,
A symphony of life unfurled,
Where trees shaped the wondrous world.
 
In forests vast, their secrets dwell,
They whispered tales, in leafy spell,
Their roots deep plunged in fertile ground,
Trees held the secrets yet unbound.
 
From towering pines to gentle birch,
Each tree a guardian, where birds perch,
They breathed the air, with lungs of green,
And gifted life, a glorious scene.
 
With branches reaching to the skies,
They caught the winds, as nature's prize,
And in their leaves, the sunlight danced,
The symphony of nature enhanced.
 
The woodlands thrived, in harmony,
A living web, for all to see,
From mighty oaks to willows weep,
Their grace and roots ran rivers deep.
 
They sheltered creatures, great and small,
Provided homes for one and all,
From feathered songbirds to furry kin,
The trees embraced them deep within.
 
Their branches carry the songs of birds,
Whose melodies speak more than words,
And in tree bark, the songs they dwelled,
With tales of ancient days they held.
 
Oh, trees of Earth, forever reign,
Your worth immeasurable, not in vain,
A living force, a gift untold,
In every leaf, new stories unfold.

Teach us peace and love and laughter.
Live forever more hereafter,
Until the day no humans dwell,
On earth, just remnants of magic spells.

THE WORLD THAT NEVER KNEW WAR 

In the world that never knew war's woe,
Where compassion's rivers eternally flow
A symphony of care for fellow man,
A dance of love, Earth's greatest fans.

In idyllic realm of boundless grace,
Every soul finds solace and their place,
Hands interlaced, hearts open wide,
A tapestry of unity, love as our guide.

In streets adorned with vibrant hue,
Kindness blossoms a daily brew.
Strangers greet with warm embrace,
A gentle smile on each lovely face.

No hungry child, no sorrow's tear,
For compassion's feast is shared, sincere.
Communities thrive, support entwined,
No soul forgotten, no one left behind.

The Earth, revered as sacred ground,
Her forests lush, her waters resound.
Through whispered vows, humanity cares,
Guardians of nature, love everywhere.

Animals roam with freedom's grace,
No cages confine, no fear they face,
A world where creatures find their worth,
A harmonious dance upon this Earth.

Technology's gifts, harnessed for good,
Advancing progress, as we know we should,
Renewable dreams power the land,
Green energy pulses, hand in hand.

No borders divide, no walls stand tall,
As love's embrace encompasses all,
Embracing differences, voices are heard,
A symphony of cultures, harmony interred.

In this world, poets and dreamers rise,
Their words ignite, paint love in the skies,
Each verse a testament to human might,
Weaving dreams of peace, an eternal light.

Oh, to witness such a world, so fair,
Where empathy reigns, banishing despair,
Let's strive, let's believe, let's make it true,
For this world can be ours, for me and you.

In the world that never knew war's dread,
Compassion thrives, with love widespread,
May we weave this vision, hand in hand,
And create a world where peace will expand.

TEARDROP 

Long in sorrow’s cruel realm I dwell,
Where memories cast a melancholy spell,
My heart, once hopeful, now an empty well,
As I endure the pains that life does tell.
 
A single teardrop as it falls from grace,
Betrays the timelessness of its embrace,
Through sad-stained eyes, I glimpse its measured pace,
In heartbreak's throes, a languid, ever slow trace.
 
How could it be those moments so profound,
Are stretched and drawn, as silence seems to resound?
Each second lengthened, sorrow's clock unbound,
When love is lost, slow-motion universe unwound.
 
The laws of time, in grief, are but a wisp,
A feeble grasp, a phantom's icy kiss,
Yet as that teardrop descends, my heart insists,
That in its fall, hopeless eternity exists.
 
Oh, wretched soul, stumbling through the night,
While sorrow's burden keeps you from the light,
But see, the drop, its fall slow but finite,
In its descent, it tells of love's respite.
 
Though heartbreak's weight tears spirits down,
And in the depths, the wearied soul may drown,
This drop of water, falling, ever down,
Reveals a truth wound into the sorrow's crown.
 
For in its languor, solace does reside,
A fleeting solace that periodically subsides,
A moment's breath, a pause, a world implied,
Wherein I find new paths, undenied.
 
So let me dwell, within this steady fall,
And find in sorrow a tender call,
For in its pace, I find my spirit renewing,
To heal the wounds, heartbreak’s undoing.

Samantha Underhill is a poet, voice artist, and professor. Her vivid emotional works can be found in publications such as Sadness of the Siren; Weird Tales; Weird House; Animal, Vegetable, Mineral, and more.

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