Free to be a Tree

by Maple Tree   Sep 12, 2012


Spiritual fingers,
they called me home
tonight-

I lay my head
upon a leaf,
born again
I am...

It's who I've become,
free bird in flight,
the shadows are gone
and I'm left to feel
the beauty of a tree.

It's who I am,
for my bark
adorns scars,
hearts carved
within my mind
of whos been here
and gone-

the tree is me,
I'm tall and free
and that is how
I prefer it to be.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Nicko

    Those that adore nature can't help but notice these giants that walk amongst us, with their gnarly bark and height to outwit the dinosaurs, yet with such delicate and vulnerable leaves, there is something very spiritual about the tree of life.

    A short but captivating poem...

  • 13 years ago

    by Darren

    Love the shape and flow of this, greatimagery as well,

    comparing bark to scars is genius and shows your eye for detail.

    excellent

  • 13 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Double post :-/

    Seeeeee how excited you get me syruo!!

  • 13 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    I love this!!!!!

    Words.....wonderful

    Flow......perfect as always

    Buuut, this had so much confidence and strength, like a rebirth just awesome syrup xxxxx

  • 13 years ago

    by Lioness

    I love the layout of the poem, the image of a tree standing tall is what I can invision. It shows such strength I believe. An awesome write Andrea. Loved it!!!

    x

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