Thursday, October 8, 2009

The Tree


* An original poem, inspired by trees *

Here we stand, as stiff as toys, yet as tall as any man,
Watching civilisation evolve and eventually fade away.
Here we stand weeping, often with a sigh,
Which rustles through our leaves like a silken windsong.
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We are stronger than mere man,
But snap our limbs and hear us scream.
For broken branches will take a while to replace,
A slow and painful process we despise.

And when the storms burn, flames peeling our skin, leaving us charcoaled and raw,
Do you hear us scream?
We'll grit our teeth, our feet trapped in the soil,
As we bear the pain and suffer in silence.

Here we stand, as stiff as toys, yet as tall as any man,
Watching civilisation evolve and eventually fade away.
Here we stand weeping, often with a sigh,
Watching humanity with a remorseful goodbye.

* The original image does not belong to me *

4 comments:

  1. "like a silken windsong" lingers so beautifully through this very intense, personally sensitive poem! A delightful experience!

    P.A.

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  2. Really lovely, Claire.
    Well written :)

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  3. Very captivating. I think if this were to be said, it would strike the hearts of many.
    Just a thought - "...even though trees are so still; they have seen more than the average human would in a life-time..."

    =7

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