Tree
Silent sentinel to the flowing ages
Uncountable arms
Reach upwards
Broadened limbs which do not falter
To embrace the heavens?
Perhaps to praise them.
I am left to wonder.
May it be...
That I rest awhile under your watch
Listen to your whisperings
As you dance with the hidden wind
Wisdom spoken
Not in the words of men
Sparkling diamonds
Your glossy garments catch the light
And how you change
With the transient seasons.
Attire kissed by fire
Hues blazoned by the sun,
Yet sure and in good measure
Their time is spent and gone.
Finest raiment falls away
Left naked in the bitter cold
Remains the lesson
Be it considered
Nothing here, is here to stay.
2007-07-31
09:34:24
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