The People and The Trees
Why do the trees get to be old,
and still be beautiful?
Why do we hunch with age,
while they tower with longetivity?
Why does our flesh fall apart,
while theirs remains unfaltering?
Why do we cycle through generations,
while they simply watch?
Why do the people get to change,
and still be beautiful?
Why must we stay in one place,
while they go as they please?
Why does our surface remain unscathed,
while theirs embodies true growth?
Why do we die slowly,
while they live over and over?
M.C. Newberry
Sun 29th May 2016 16:39
I admire and respect trees as one of the life-preserving
miracles that embody strength and renewal. But here's
a thought...
The life we live
Is relative
To Nature's own condition
Trees are grand
Set in the land
But they lack erudition!
:-)