If life is a tree
Then life will cease with the death of the last tree on Earth
If life is not a tree
Then life will still halt with the death of the final tree
A tree is alive and needs to live
For itself and many other creatures that depend on it
A tree can outlive any other life
Ain’t that something in the scheme of things
I once knew a tree
That allowed me to climb it and sit on one of its burly branches
We conversed for a while
I spoke and it listened attentively through its leaves
I then started to sing
O tree of life I love you so
Will you see me through till the dying of the light
A kind wind blew our sounds
And all the trees in proximity began to rustle
Secret words full of green and life
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Comments (2)
This was so beautiful! Loved your poem!
Your comparison of the life with and without tree is brilliant!