The Tree

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This simple thing seemingly forgotten

So taken for granted and overlooked

Nature’s stunning beauty represented

In every root, branch, flower, and nook

 

Crooked and gnarled as it stretches

Reaching out for mysteries unseen

Rough and rugged beauty grasping

Seeking knowledge in where it’s been

 

It envies the bird for its lofty flight

As it is cursed to stand forever still

Baring witness to all that surrounds

Then left alone in darkened icy chill

 

It sees the owl and covets it’s wisdom

Hears the lark and wishes to also sing

Seeing not the stunning beauty grown

And the uniqueness only it can bring

 

It is present when the Gods are crying

At hand as fire lights the morning sky

Rooted deep in loamy earthen reality

Unknowingly strong, infinitely high

 

It’s blossoms open and scent the air

While the world around goes ever on

Sweet aroma from such sturdy timber

Such tender grace from twisted brawn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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32 responses to “The Tree

  1. This could have been written about a couple of my favorite men:
    “It is present when the Gods are crying

    At hand as fire lights the morning sky

    Rooted deep in loamy earthen reality

    Unknowingly strong, infinitely high

    It’s blossoms open and scent the air

    While the world around goes ever on

    Sweet aroma from such sturdy timber

    Such tender grace from twisted brawn”

    You being one of them!!! Magnificent write, my friend!!!

    • Thanks E. Grass is always greener yeah? Truthfully not so much, but envy is a pretty powerful distraction from our own self worth. Glad you liked this.

      • You know, I once heard a definition of envy— three part:
        1. I like what you have
        2. I want what you have
        3. I don’t want you to have what you have… Creepy huh?

      • That is creepy, but it pretty much says it all. Envy is a seemingly simple, yet very complex emotion. If it is an emotion at all.

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