The Echoing Green vs Roots

The Echoing Green Poem by William Blake

The Sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring.
The sky-lark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells chearful sound.
While our sports shall be seen
On the Ecchoing Green.

Old John with white hair
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk,
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say.
Such such were the joys.
When we all girls & boys,
In our youth-time were seen,
On the Ecchoing Green.

Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end:
Round the laps of their mothers,
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest;
And sport no more seen,
On the darkening Green.

Roots – Poem by Natasha

We cannot change the roots of the trees that fill our lives,

Nor the trees that every year blossom in spring,

Some days filled with blues skies,

Or clouds, rain, lightning and even snow,

How they long for the warmth of the sunshine,

Not the howling cold winds,

That make them shudder and shake for warmth.

Listen to the rustling of the breeze,

Appreciate their nature,

Understand their wisdom,

Nurture and water their roots,

Enjoy each tree as it blossoms in all it’s glory,

Delicate leaves and enjoy the essence of life,

A gift from Mother Nature,

The Trees of Life,

One Oak at a time, as they are shielded on their home green,

From the rain, howling winds, thunder,

Lightening and darkness.

Roots deeply loved …