Old Glory: Why I love Trees

by Maple Tree   Jul 16, 2014


I can stare at a tree
for hours upon hours,
soaking in moss patches
bark shavings, knot holes
and everything beautiful
on the outside of glory.

When a tree falls to slumbering
sorrow is when I count the circles of life,
reading history with a rotating
formation of my index finger.

Sap lands upon my cheek
from a weeping leaf and
it is at that very moment
where bonding begins
to transform tween
nature lover and a towering
giant she calls friend.

I often escape to the shadows
of their amazing silhouettes that rest
before me, for they whisper and listen,
often times being the only true friend
I have....

I placed a leaf upon my soul
the day I learned to tie my shoes-
I shall return home, deep
within the soil of creation-

shoes will no longer be needed.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Everlasting

    I have always felt attach to trees. I grew up and we had orange, mandarin, and peache trees in our yard. Ever since, I have always thought, " when I die, plant above me many seeds, so it may grow into a tree and perhaps as I decompose, I may somehow repay Mother Nature for all the damage, I may, consciously or unconsciously, have inflicted upon it"

    Ah, I don't know why but this poem stirred back those thoughts in me. Trees are wonderful. I can spend hours observing them. Often even without have thoughts, just relax. I have missed climbing into a branch and watch the sky. And haha also eat mandarins, or oranges while at it. Good memories. Lovely write maple.

    There are some lines that caught my attention:

    I shall return home, deep within the soil of creation.

  • 9 years ago

    by alka mendiratta

    Maple this is an excellent write.You are no doubt an ardent fan of nature.

    soaking in moss patches

    The pain on falling of a tree is so vividly described ,you have put all your feelings

    count the circles of life
    Sap lands upon my cheek
    from a weeping leaf

    The comparison so well portrayed in this simile

    to transform tween
    nature lover and a towering giant

    We can learn so much from nature, grow into mature beings

    You make it so touchy at the end

    I shall return home,deep
    within the soil of creation-

    So touched by your love for nature.We all at the end of our lives will be one with nature.

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