Dreaming Koala: A Poetic Ode to Stillness and Nature’s Harmony #Poetry

Dreaming Koala

Folded into a cradle of bark and leaf,
the universe whispers its secrets
through the swaying eucalyptus.
Eyes closed, fur soft like whispers of clouds,
the koala drifts, weightless,
a feather suspended between waking and eternity.

What do you see, oh dreamer of the forest,
clutching life with claws sharp as time?
Do you roam in fields of endless green,
where trees stand taller than memory,
where the air hums the songs of ancestors?
Or do you wander through shadowy paths,
where each leaf hides a question unanswered,
and the sky bleeds colors yet unnamed?

The tree holds you like a mother holds her child—
firm, unwavering, but gentle in its strength.
Each knot in the wood a story untold,
each crack a memory of storms endured.
Does the bark speak to you as you sleep?
Does it whisper of rainfalls past,
of sunbeams that kissed its skin
before the world grew loud with chaos?

Oh, silent dreamer,
your stillness becomes the heartbeat of the earth.
In your slumber, I see the rhythm of the stars,
the slow dance of galaxies spiraling into infinity.
Do you hear them?
Do you hear the echoes of creation,
the breath of the cosmos brushing against your fur?

Time bends in your dreams,
the present melting into the past,
the future unfolding like a flower in the dawn.
Perhaps you are dreaming of the first tree,
the one that gave birth to the forest,
its roots reaching into the soul of the earth.
Or perhaps you are dreaming of the last tree,
standing alone as the world fades into silence.

Your claws, curled like the crescent moon,
grip the branch not out of fear,
but out of trust—
trust in the wood, the wind, the whisper of the leaves.
Teach me this trust, oh ancient one.
Teach me to hold the world without holding it too tightly.

In your stillness, there is movement.
The rise and fall of breath,
the subtle twitch of an ear,
the unseen journey of dreams.
You are alive in ways we have forgotten,
rooted in the rhythm of the natural world.

And yet, there is a fragility in your repose,
a reminder of how fleeting this all is.
The tree will not hold you forever;
the branch will one day give way.
But for now, in this moment,
you are infinite,
eternal in your quiet surrender.

Oh, koala, dream for us all.
Dream of a world where trees stand tall,
where the air is sweet with the scent of life,
where the earth hums in harmony with the stars.
Dream of a world that remembers—
remembers its roots, its branches, its skies.
Dream for those who have forgotten
how to close their eyes and simply be.

And as you sleep,
let the universe cradle you,
its arms vast, its heart steady.
For in your slumber,
we find our own stillness,
our own connection to the pulse of the earth.

Dream on, little pilgrim of the forest.
Dream on.

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