SYMBOL OF LIFE

SYMBOL OF LIFE

A Chapter by Brian Kraklau

In the distant fields of my dream world

I awaken after I fall asleep

To that memorable hill

That one hill with that one tree

So old with the many years pass

With years pass and knowledge of dreams once had

This awakened dreams has a certain sparkle

More than usual

With the tree’s branches sprawling up towards the sky

Like an alarm clock, the sun rises in the distance awakening the morning birds

Putting to rest all the night time stalkers

And one thing in particular comes to my view

Oh, I can’t believe I’ve been blessed with such a beautiful view

Of one diamond sparkling web sprinkled with early morning dew

With its delicate strands weaved with such great experience and perfection

Rapped around the loving tree’s arms

This single tree is a giver of life to all

Expects nothing but the love of rain, sun, and room to grow

Growing as many branches to give room for so many inhabitants

So as to thrive with life of their own

All kept under one ecosystem and one roof

Under one canopy

Away from this part of my dreams environment

I feel the cool dew upon the grass under my feet

Making them tingle with a sweet chill that ran all through my body

The wind slightly picks up

Throwing about the scents of the early morning earth

With my nostrils flaring up with excitement and joy

Slowly I fly up into other parts of my dream

Eventually waking up to the real world

But I smile in my bed as I look out my window

At that single tree in the distance

On a new and bright day.



© 2011 Brian Kraklau


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A COLLECTION OF POEMS BY BRIAN LEE KRAKLAU


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Brian Kraklau
Brian Kraklau

Las Vegas, NV



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