I was walking a line of very old trees
When the wind picked up and the leaves began to be.
It was a breath of life that was pouring into me
And every pore of my skin was alive in the breeze.
I paused just then and breathed a sigh of relief
For deep in my soul grew the spirit of a seed
And the roots reached down to the bottom of the seas
Encompassing all with the lungs to breathe.
© Christopher Allen Breidinger
Excerpt from the book “Poet Christopher’s Truths, Treasures, and Golden Pleasures”
About the Author
Christopher Allen Breidinger is an American poet and author currently residing in Winter Haven, Florida with his wife and daughter. This is the third book in the Golden Trilogy Series. Be sure to also check out Scenes, Dreams, and Golden Schemes and Myths, Methods, and Golden Messages.
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