
The Green Man
He watched the woods
Leaves in his beard
Eyes deep with age
Calm in his breath
Branches curled round him
Life in each twist
Roots at his feet
Earth in his blood
Wind touched his face
Stirring old thoughts
Secrets of seasons
Held in his gaze
He guarded the wild
Every path known
Every seed remembered
Every storm endured
Moss crowned his brow
Light warmed his cheek
Shadows leaned closer
Listening to him
He moved like time
Slow but sure
Trees bowed gently
Honouring his name
He called the green
Drawing growth near
Fields woke at dawn
Answered his pull
He stood eternal
Keeper of life
Guardian of change
Heart of the land

About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️



Comments (1)
What a great picture of what Father Nature would look like. Good job. In real life in my childhood hometown there actually was someone known as 'The Green Man' due to an accident at an electrical plant. If I remember he would only come out at night when no one was really around. There were a few sightings during the day but not many. I heard he was a very nice man.