Even the strongest tree falls, often so slowly you barely notice as it greets each new spring as if for the first time; and in your dreams you imagine it will stand forever, deep rooted, eternal as the forces of nature.
To the tree, it seems to matter not, for having sown in fruitful abundance, then nurtured from fragility to strength, the circle is complete; dust returning to dust, to sleep unburdened of worldly care.
But oh, how this little sapling weeps, watering the barren earth with her tears. Questioning, ever questioning why the inexorable march of time need be so cruel, so unkind; knowing the circle will never break, no matter the broken heart.
It seems easy for the young to shed all those tears. Terrible to say the older I get the more my eyes leak from the wind and not from sadness. It is what it is. Beautiful language in this. Hope you are well. CD
The title drew me in and I so glad it did Beccy. So often we fail to see the wood for the trees, become perhaps a little complacent and imagine things will stay as they are forever.
Those two last lines brings it home that sadly it is never the case.
I liked the personification of the tree in this poem. It is true, time's passage can be cruel to people and all of nature's beings. The circle of life applies to us all. Good write. Lydi**
Oh sweetheart..loved the Anthropomorphic lil sapling, she is young and fragile and full.of life..not willing to just accept a fate of dust.
And i couldnt help wonder if she was you..or represents someone. And also thought of the giant redwood..dinosaur treez..but their root systems are so shallow, that everynow and them..a gust of wind topples tje mighty thing. Some people are like that. There roots, values so shallow they easily fall.
Very very nice...thoroughly enjoyed! So thoughtful...
I'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..