A comparison of ideas of seen and unseen




I Am A Tree

 

 

I am a tree

 

 

See my trunk--

scarred, knotted, curved with secret nooks for hidey-holes, scaly bark for climbing ivy, and quick escapes for frightened squirrels, while hiding the life of the unseen crawly things which work unknowingly together as one.   

 

See my branches--

full and reaching, ever expanding, growing to suckle the sun, holding nests of hornets and birds, sheltering and hiding all things wicked and good, without judgement, while bearing all forces of nature.

 

See my leaves--

in their darkest green of Summer, full and alive with shade and shadow on hot and thirsty ground, and then in the glory of dying, their beauty is shown as Autumn color splendor, softly falling in cooling breezes, lazily lilting upon soft grasses.

 

See my fruit--

it is my nature to produce, to offer up sweet, fragrant flowers, turning into food to replensih and give back, creating my own seed, ensuring life goes on inspite of death. A cycle, a circle of perfection, as all nature is in balance.

 

Below, seek my roots--

as hidden from view, without notice or adornment, vital to feed and nourish. These roots are the unseen branches growing to suckle the source of life eternal, the streams of goodness, beauty, purity, and hope. From the richness of the soil, and from the spring of living waters, come the source of life for all that's glorified above.

 

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Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-08 at 22:24

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I wanna be a tree now too
2016-11-22


Phyllis J. Rhodes
This should be featured as an editor's choice for excellence and beauty in poetry. I find it remarkable. James Joyce would praise it. Carl Sandberg would love it. Robert Frost would envy it. It has beauty in every line. Amazing!
2016-11-17


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful Kathy. The roots are the most important I think. Fruit comes and goes and branches can hold many different things in life. But as long as we are in touch with the spirit earth we remain grounded (sorry the pun was accidental).
2016-11-13


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so pleasing to read, gentle and thoughtful and refreshing. All too often we (that is, I) write of the dark and dour. This is light as a feather, and I believe every word of it.

The world needs more of such gentle and giving souls. I can aspire to it.
2016-11-09


Bibek
Ah, how well you describe the various parts of the tree, giving it a shape and some diverse ideas. And the way you compared the tree with yourself is splendid. Loving every imagery of this well crafted poem.
2016-11-09