The resurrection of a tree

So I was born.
Among a sea
of branches, leaves
and ripe red apples.

So I grew.
callused hands,
hard working, but
knowledgeable hands
put soil by my feet
when I hungered.

Young, soft
hands never
hindered the rain
from coming onto me.
Instead the hands
made sure I had
my far share of rain,
so me and my siblings never had to fight.

I thanked my parents,
Mother Earth and
Father Sun
for seeing to me
to maturity.

My mother was always there,
but my father hid himself.
Despite my age
I always found my self needing
my parents.

I was joyed when my
child came to be.
They shined in
the light of my father.
And grew by my mother's help.

They grew to be sweet,
shinny red apples.
They even looked like me
when I was a child.

I was saddened
when they left.
They grew heavy
and finally the
callused hands of my youth
took them
to begin a new generation.

Then my beauty failed me
when my leaves feel.
My strength failed me
when my branches
became weak.

When I died
I knew it
wasn't the end.

For I would be in every
apple and tree
forever more.
I could live on, through
my offspring.
 

Author's Note

Friend of Nature
Mar 4, 2011



Nature

The resurrection of a tree



YOU!!!!!
Feb 5, 2011



YOU!

The resurrection of a tree

Reviews

[Susan14]

this is well writen with the joruney of life being played throughout the poem, well done and keep up the great work.

[Tina Kline]

I really like this, very impressive. The journey of all life, from beginning..to the ending. I liked the way you used the apple tree to describe this.

[Desert Dreamer]

Life from the perspective of the apple tree, a life so similar to ours.

[KarenDN]

What a poem...I like it.

[sarah]

interesting

[Ashley]

good write.