The Tree

This is in reference my life.

 

My bark is worn from time and life

My steady branches have withstood much strife

The life blood that raged in my youth

Its edges raw and at times uncouth

Time has polished and as steel has hardened

As I have stood watch faithfully in my garden

My saplings I have sheltered and nourished

Their tiny sprouts have grown and flourished

My work here is almost done and

I was content to stand silent in the sun

However, one day as I stood alone

Came a carpenter with hands gentle and strong

He looked past my peeling ragged bark and

Found my barely beating heart.

He has caused me to dream of my youth again

Of beauty, peace and the passion of men

I am his project to mold and to make

A challenge only he is equipped to take

I stand here now curious to see

What this craftsman can make of me.

Author's Note

Any and all input welcome

Reviews

[smilempsn]

'However, one day as I stood alone
Came a carpenter with hands gentle and strong
He looked past my peeling ragged bark and
Found my barely beating heart.'

Heart breaking...but such a wonderful write :)