Stand Tall, My Tree

A Poem by diamondlioness

A poem about a tree and its planter. I hope you enjoy it!

Where does one plant a tree

when they want it to last forever?

Accidents happen,

and trees are not safe

just because you give it

your love,

patience,

and care.

Oh, the tizzy of one

who wishes to plant a tree.

Somewhere where it can receive

nourishment a plenty

and guidance to the sun,

for all the planter wants

is for their tree to grow so high

it touches the stars.

Eventually the planter will learn,

over due time,

no matter where you plant a seed,

it will have to grow

on its own.

There's nothing much one can do

for a tree once it sprouts.

The sun will come and go,

as will the storm,

and it will no longer be up to

the planter to teach the tree

how to cope.

Someday, that tree will lean towards the ground,

no longer able to stand against life.

Many a planter would give up,

but one who spends hours

trying to find the best spot

for the tree's beginning

would sturdy that tree,

though it seems impossible,

and help it stand.

The tree will live on,

tall by the time the planter is

old and grey,

and as the planter might take

their last breath

they will see their tree

sturdy

and able to live on.

After considering for a long time,

the planter's question is no longer

where to plant the tree

but why not plant

a forest.

© 2019 diamondlioness

Author's Note

I decided to go into this and just see where the words took me. I suppose I meant for there to be a metaphor within, if you consider the tree a child and the planter the parent. I hope you enjoyed and please feel free to review and critique this poem. Thank you!

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John the Baptist

I believe this one is a good metaphor for life. It would indeed be applicable to parent and child. I was a little thrown by the part where the planter picks up the fallen tree and it lives again. But it's your poem, and if you say it's so, it is.