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agronomy

agronomy

A Poem by m.s.early

An acorn 
strained its shell,
took its root,
and disappeared,
then from the earth
manifested a sprig.
Fifty years passed,
but in the eye of the Infinite
the standing happened in a moment,
and now an oak, bloomed.
A planter,
observed its morph
cultivated it, tilled beforehand
and waited...
for the acorn to strain its shell,
take root,
and manifest a sprig.
The acorn, now an oak
watched him pass,
become a wisp into the Infinite;
it continued extending,
its acorns,
they plopped down in its shade.
The planter 
could not live that long.
The acorn, now an oak,
counted planters 
collecting acorns 
they would never harvest
across centuries,
though in the eye of the Infinite
its standing happened in a moment.

© 2014 m.s.early


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You have captured this journey of Nature brilliantly, Xavier. Human beings, so arrogant, yet we have no concept of permanence as Nature knows it...

Posted 10 Years Ago


The concept of time scales is a fascinating one... how fleeting is a human life in the face of great natural forces, the geology of our days, perhaps. Plates move millimeters in our lifespans yet that actions gouges trenches and builds mountains. And we... try to wrap our minds aorund it, try to replicate... but never quite get it right.

very thoughtful piece, my friend.

Posted 10 Years Ago


the wonder of nature and how it outlives us, i always admire the majesty of trees, well written xavier, a thoughtful piece of work.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Beautiful imagery, softly spoken.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This just shines so brightly. I adore this one.

Posted 10 Years Ago


that infinite...but even in the infinite, the planter still watches...generation to generation we replenish, rebuild, sustain family heritage...we are all like acorns and oak trees in some way...

nicely done metaphor here.

jacob

Posted 10 Years Ago


And hopefully it will forever stand. Very well done my friend. The beauty of nature, her trees shines in your work today.

Posted 10 Years Ago


They certainly outlive us these trees.A legacy left by us that keeps on keeping on even as we are gone :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


I planted an Oak tree a few years back...loved this one :) x

Posted 10 Years Ago



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