Tree

Life withers, trees grow.

O roots, O these dirty roots
That have shaped and impressed me
Until I sprouted, adolescent.
I will try, try to forget thee.

O light, o unburdening warmth
How I love the company of Worms.
Will I grow? Will I ever grow?
And how can I now transform?

O what, o what need we to do?
Do you wish to live in a shoe?

Our skin has grown hard, and matured?
Darkened by the world's piercing probe?
One of curiousity and of envy
That reaches deep into one's soul.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

interesting thought ... the couplet seems just a little awkward to me .. i am not sure why ... the metaphor is strong and meaningful .. i think you could easily add more if you wanted to ... your closing verse really has me pondering .. how thick my own skin might be ... i love trees .. always have .. what a fine subject and inspiring poem
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[InsanityWriter]

Very nice. The past stanza was my favorite. ;) I've written a poem about a tree too. ^_^ Great job!! (:

[E.C.F. Doyle]

Thank you. Well trees are cool so you kind of have to write about them. :P
The past stanza is my favourite too. :)

[BL]

Captivating thoughts and true