The Tree

A tree growing tall against the weather
Does not wish to be a boulder,
Nor does it beg the wind to cease.
The leaves do not wish to be
As solid as the branches,
And the branches do not wish to be
As free as the leaves.
It simply exists as a tree,
Being all that it is supposed to be,
As the sun shines down upon it -
Acknowledging its existence
And encouraging it to grow.

◄ I understand now why they call it flames

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Philipos

Thu 11th Jul 2019 21:36

Now Trees are my kind of language and they communicate with each other by various means. The more I learn about them the more they blow my mind. But I liked especially your juxtaposition of their various roles and the wider impact of the weather on their growth. Brill that. P.👍

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