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Her Tree
by James ZealyHer tree is the tree of knowledge
Inspired it grows tall
Her tree is the seed of inspiration
That for ever questions all
Her tree is the flow of grace
Dancing to her own song
Her tree lives eternally
As its roots grow strong
Her tree is a branch in the wind
Reaching for a nourishing sun
Her tree is a second of despair
Surviving frosts of dawn
Her tree survives in dreams
Of future whispers of calm
Her tree is quioxte
Fighting the woodsman's brawn
Her tree is the land
Planted between her roots
Her Tree is waiting
For a care taker's salute
Her Tree is listening
As hope wind whispers
Her tree bears fruit
Walking on forest slippers
Her tree's gift
Falls to waiting needs
Her tree is the tree of knowledge
Cast free from shackles all 12/11/2011 Author's Note: Just random thoughts
Posted on 12/11/2011
Copyright © 2025 James Zealy
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/11/11 at 04:55 PM This is truly a most lovely and excellent work. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 12/12/11 at 12:11 AM Thank you for writing this most beautiful and inspiring work.....I love this very much,Kee. |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 12/14/11 at 10:49 PM Most beautiful..and how I salute such a tree in the living as well as in the end..thank you! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/17/12 at 12:47 AM For "random," I found these thoughts aptly and nicely focused. Mother Nature immediately comes to mind, but that's just my own perception. Excellent...brilliant use of repetition, James. |
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