Howling winds
from raging seas,
relentless, wild,
distort the trees.
Stunted growth
in salty air,
in sandy soil,
forlorn and bare.
Yet even here
we find beauty,
in harsh and tangled
symmetry.
Nature’s Knitting by James Aitchison
2 CommentsHowling winds
from raging seas,
relentless, wild,
distort the trees.
Stunted growth
in salty air,
in sandy soil,
forlorn and bare.
Yet even here
we find beauty,
in harsh and tangled
symmetry.
Australian Children’s Poetry 
Lovely, James.
Thank you.
Julie Cahill.
So true. Beautifully said. Thanks James 🙂