Tree of life

Ghost of beauty comes and goes in time's wind that blows

a spirit smoke that flickers then fades in memory's open glades

fleeting sunbeams of the past, broken rays that do not last

new wonder worn by age, now a yawn on life's critic's stage

Naive virgin angel lust falls in wrinkled clouds of dust

ashes of the sun, fall as worm eaten beauty undone

peacock feathers painted bright turn gray in failing light

ravished by age's blight, turn to black in the night 

 Rough bark does hide another beauty deep inside

Strength of iron tempered in rain an uncut hard wood grain

twisted knots giving perfection hidden charm beyond detection

weathered scars marks of beauty giving shade to others your duty

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

There is beauty everywhere for those who take the time to look. We had a tree felled last year because it had become a danger and was too close to the house. There was more dignity and beauty in the decay and dying than I witnessed at any other time. Love the poem and the metaphor Soren.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris for the review and most kind words of support. Yes there are various types of beauty that society does not recognize

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This poem is a tree I would never want to see cut down.
It has such a wonderful momentum of beat and description.
j.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Jacob I appreciate your review and most kind comment. Yes despite ravages of age there is always inner beauty to behold

[Dylan Macadham]

So sad, beautifully written.
"Change is the only constant in life." -Heraclitus

[Soren]

True it is and in this transformation one type of beauty can become another