In the solitude of the wood
the trees laugh
at the newness of life
springing up around them
Yet they speak and whisper of the life of the past
These
trees
ache and creek
groan and moan
with the purpose of revealing
life
They laugh as we hurry
ache as we experience pain
creek as we grow old
and groan in relating to life’s difficulties
They moan in an outward display
of the heart
which reverberates through the wood
in a way that is not easily understood
In the wood, I look upon the trees and wonder
I just wonder
Is there something that I’m missing
Shannon Claussen 
Wow, this is stunning. The inspiration blows me away! Would you mind taking a look at my poems and telling me what you think? I need an expert’s eye.
Wow, thank you! I’m no expert, but write because I love to. I will take a look at your work but don’t think I am qualified to judge. Blessings and keep writing!