when we learnt from the trees

Greetings everyone.

I am sharing a quiet personal piece for this week, about memory, roots, and where I learned from growing up.

It’s inspired by the stories and experiences I had with my elders.

I hope you enjoy reading it.

there was nothing that satisfied

my curiosity and love of learning

as much as sitting at my grandmother’s feet

she was a booth of knowledge

a well of stories

that never seemed to run dry

one day

i grew immensely curious

of this limitless magical ability

and so i asked her

“grandma how do you know so much?”

she smiled

it was as if she was waiting for this question

it seemed

as if everything she had said until then

paled in comparison to her expression

when i asked

and so

she said

“no human being

taught me things

i learned from the sacred earth

i used to sit under the ancient trees

from midday to midnight

as a child

the trees taught me

everything i know

because they have been here

since the time of creation

they have seen it all.”

Thank you for reading.

May you be blessed on your journey through life.

Ameen and Asè

I hope to share another poem with you all next week.