Green Miracle

Green Miracle

A Poem by Talesha
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As humans we scold and embrace sadness when we are taken for granted.But not nature,not a tree.

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As it stands,it adorns
As it sways it adorns,
As it dies,it adorns
It adorns the slums,the rural and the urban areas
It's almost priceless.
The mass matted sequins and carved bark represents human life,
 Each day more beautiful,
It protects us from the rain
It symbolises the carved initals of young love,
It gives generously its fruits and produce without hesitation.
 
It's just a tree huh?
It's a living thing,
Stronger than human-as it puts our desires,our comfort before its own.
These trees represents life...but how?
The bark of a tree is not one that is smooth as silk,
The wasp and bark are rough as calloused hands
It epitomizes the obstacles of one's life.
The stalk represents our comfort zone-our country,our family,our place of serenity,
The branches represents the various paths of life,
Should one move on from infatuation? Should one go abroad to study? 
Should one take the once in a lifetime trip? Should one care about anything else besides one's goals and dreams?
While each branch may seem lush and sturdy,
Many are frail and wobbly,
While the various opportunities seem grand..they all end-just like a branch.
For nothing in this life is eternal-not love,not people,not even an aged tree,
Simply because humans forget,people move on,
Life goes on.
Yet this tree overcomes the obstacle of neglect,or being chopped down
A tree suffers more than a human,
How?
Because a human can speak..a human's words can be heard,
but a tree cannot be listened to,yet it's leaves don't turn black
it doesn't refuse to have its water,
it doesn't wither for good.
Instead,it produces fruits-to show that there's something positive out of everything in life.
The branches end..just as people's life,love and hatred.
But in the end, it elevates,
it grows just as humans
it stops at a certain point,
It stops just as humans when they get married,when they find success,
when they find contentment,
when they find something worthy,
So worthy that searching for something better is useless.
As the tree elevates...some leaves descend.
Perhaps it's the leaves' destiny to fall,
perhaps it's just the cycle of life
It's not that the leaves are weak and fail to hold on to what they want.
It's just as humans,we hope,we pray,we reach out and we expect-we become disappointed
we face neglect,
but we move on,
we grow old,we die
we are forgotton eventually,
We are pushed by time
Pushed by time-so we tend to forget
the beauties and gems of this life.
Not the money,the glamour,the love
but the thank you to god for his craft of nature
Thanking the tree..which never fell
The tree that's out everyday,
for years
without complaint.

© 2012 Talesha


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Your words are a wonderful tribute to our trees. You make us your readers think about the trees and plants of the world.
Like you, I do despair at the destrcution of our beautiful planet but, I am so comforted by the words of the holy Bible which says;

"God will bring to ruin those ruining the earth."

God wants us to enjoy a perfect earth, in perfect health, forever.

I wish you peace.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Talesha

4 Years Ago

Woww..your words are really beautiful.Than you so much,this review made my day.
All life is important no matter if they are small or big. If they play a small role or a big role in life. They all matter even tree's. Great write. :)

Kaze~

Posted 10 Years Ago


Talesha

10 Years Ago

Hehe :) Glad that you liked it. Thank you for appreciating my work. You've made my day.
♔ CrownedDevil ☾

10 Years Ago

Anytime :)

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Talesha
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