The Tree is my Totem

by Ronald A Pavellas

The tree is my totem
Standing straight and true and tall
Comfortable in its great age

It doesn’t speculate whether life is
Analog or digital,
Continuous or discrete

It abides with its fellow beings
On the hilltop
Or in the meadow

One has need of ritual
Mine is to behold a great tree
Wherever, whenever I may find one

To pause, to regard and recall
When the tree was yet but a seed
Not yet fallen from its parent,

Thence to travel over the decades
And centuries with it
Until it becomes the present tree

That’s all

There are no words
For how one travels
With a tree through time


Posted on 06/08/2019
Copyright © 2019 Ronald A Pavellas

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/08/19 at 10:23 PM

As a life long lover of trees, Ronald, really enjoyed this one. Thanks for posting it!

Posted by Karen Koser on 06/14/19 at 05:04 PM

Beautiful. I forgot how it was to feel this way.

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