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Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Lone Tree

A tree stands in the middle of a wilderness
Alone, its roots are deep
Shaking in the deep cold
Crackling as the winds blow.

Sheltered it is not
Even among the deep thorns
It fights to bloom
But it cannot.

Winter covers it with pure snow
And it snaps.
The limps fall
Under the weight of the world.

The tree stands firm
Alone, its roots are deep
Shaking in the deep cold
Crackling as the winds blow

White winter thaws
Then, the waters flow
And the sunshine bakes its green mossy skin
Into a rich golden brown.

The mocking bird sings of
Spring time and wet land.
As the blossoms emerge
From earth, springs life.

The tree stands firm
As it buds, it sings
Of sweet cherry blossoms
Like a million kisses on it's crackled brown skin.

As they emerge,
The fragrance is sent
Over rooming hills
Where young children play in the spring.

The tree stands
As the children dance 'round
Hugging the branches
That once hung heavy with burden.

Green leaves, little fingers
Emerge that tell the story
Of the lone tree that stood
A century strong.

It waved as generations passed.
Marking their memories on
The lone tree that blossoms
Where children's laughter is heard.

A tree stands in the middle of a wilderness,
Its roots deep. And it withstands the deep cold
Smiling as the winds blow, layering
Sweet laughter upon it's crackled brown skin.


Photo by Manyfires
Photo by Seerich

1 comment:

  1. i didnt even know what it was called i just took a picture of it...but ya sorry

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