Pieces Of My Heart

This poem is in response to a prompt,

https://dversepoets.com/2025/08/05/lets-take-a-walk-in-the-woods-shall-we/

And is based on the image below:

In the forest,
every path is an invitation without questions,
no one demands to know your name
before letting you pass.

The trees stand with quiet spines,
offering shade to anyone who lingers,
whether you arrive with clean hands or calloused ones,
with a heart full of joy
or one fractured by storms.

The streams keep moving,
carving silver truths into stone,
and they do not pause to measure
the worth of the lips that drink from them.
Water flows because it must,
because giving is its nature.

Wind weaves between trunks,
touching the fevered and the freezing alike,
its fingers never sorting
who is deserving of relief.

Birdsong spills from the canopy,
not because the listener is worthy
but because the sky is wide
and music cannot be contained.

And sunlight,
the most ancient teacher,
spreads across root and ruin,
on seedlings and on stumps,
offering the same gold
to both beginnings and endings.

Here, in the forest,
judgment is a language never spoken.
Here, life gives because it is alive.

And I…
a small, trembling visitor,
stand still enough to hear the lesson…

When I can love without measuring,
when I can give without naming the price,
I will finally understand
what it means
to be part of the world.

© Rohini 2009–2025.
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