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Wait for me at the cherry blossom tree

Legend says they found her sitting under the last cherry blossom tree. Nobody can be certain, but her lover promised to meet her there before the extinction of the tree.

                                                So many promises
                                             when  they fell in  love
                                  he said he would love her until the last
                                   cherry  blossom tree. Promised their
                                     first kiss would be under its shelter
                               Oceans  apart loving  from  a distance. In
                                 hope  that  dreams   come  true  every
                                    day she would wait for her  beloved 
                                       as fragile pink blossoms fell upon  
                                                                jet black hair 
                                                                her innocent 
                                                                smile    soon 
                                                                turned  mirth
                                                                less   as  the
                                                                trees  slowly 
                                                                began  to die
                                                                in  panic  she 
                                                                rushed to find 
                                                                another   tree 
                                                    but  her  beloved never came
They found her lifeless. Her last breath was in vain as the tree became extinct so did her love. Little did she know her beloved had died a long time ago.
Broken Wings Creative layouts contest 24 October 2015 Silent One My very poor attempt at a cherry blossom tree!

Copyright © Silent One

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The Education of Little Tree

Little Tree frisked in the breeze reaching for Willow, wanting to tease His haste to embrace caused her to slap. Oh, how he stung from her thunderous clap! Old Tree brushed away the tears of Little Tree, using bushy limbs wrinkled with time When Little Tree finally stopped sobbing, Old Tree said: “Caution, child... tender wisps of willow bent gently in embrace may recoil with a vengeance upon release”

Copyright © John Wulf

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Revive the Breakage

High upon the highest heights I see the most tremulous sight A small girl, fair and tranquil Smiling strangely, sitting still Beneath a sobbing willow tree She recites a verse upon her knee She sings a rhythmic hymn Not of death, nothing grim But prays that life will return Even for those who are doomed to burn The girl is a woman now Beneath the tree and upon the cloud She whispers, “I am watching you” Why then are you so blue? A single tear of sadness and joy Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy Who sits down beneath the blooming tree Listening to her silent voice attentively She reminds him she was once young too That she also was a misty shade of blue But when the boy grows into man He has come to ignore the fair woman Who watches him still from above Burning and swelling with disdainful love The ways of the world have sweltered his heart And time has torn his soul apart Thus he has lost all innocence and light Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight! I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears Reducing the vigilant woman to tears The prayer of the innocent has been ignored Life has died and hellfire stored Into the hearts of the impotent In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent Toiling in misery and lament Savaged and severed by our regret The heavenly woman grows old and frail And the man still treads the sinful trail As the rotting tree withers into dust Can I revive it? –I must! Low as low can possibly be I watch myself condescendingly A tombstone, gray and hell-bent Frowning knowingly in bewilderment Above the dust that once was a tree She cries out a verse anxiously Faintly she whispers the undying hymn Not of happiness, nothing of whim And prays that life will come to end For those that break instead of bend

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

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Out Pops - a collab with Olive Eloisa Guillermo

Two poets who couldn't agree Raise their voices to their loud pleas One wasn't able to stop His zip open, out pops! Haha, it's a pea, not the size of a tree ©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo 15.18pm, April 07, 2015

Copyright © James Fraser

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My Love Is a Palm Tree

My Love Is a Palm-Tree Who’s she? A palm-tree lofty head to which the morning sun first pays homage before it falls on earthly faces; Who’s she? A palm-tree shapely bosom where overnight dew into manna grows; Who’s she? Twain palm-tree open palms grace-fully fanned for a homely hug; Who’s she? A palm-tree whose sweetest freshest sap quenches my sirocco thirst; Who’s she? A palm-tree to whose sight I owe my seeing; A palm-tree to whose parts I owe my all. Tozeur, January 2002

Copyright © Mohamed Mansouri

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Hearts Converse


Copyright © FJ Thomas

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Memories on Branches

How did a cherry kiss? Bitter flower petals with sweet pistils.
So laden they act as halos while we breathe the love
in a pink hollow, silence sounding like taste, acting like epistle
to hold this moment in a silvery image, like moon, or  dove
low, low, a bowl formed while sunshine flickers above.

Chains of yellow petals hang over our deck, the leaves hands--
offer welcome resting branch, our sheltered home.
Seeds follow close, fragile like beans, hard case to feed the land
crawl before God, they say, be grateful as we weed and stir loam.
Together seeds and flowers and hands make a life a poem.

Awaiting the sumac, the flame at summer's ending is fruitless
we've passed the feathering, the pimping of red underneath bristle
the deer horn softness crawling out in oddest places in a mess
lining the sand pond, above the purpled iris, the pestle
of stone and sun, no rain to bring down sumac's fiery trestle.

Vulturous crows squawk and fight the ring-billed sea gulls
waiting, one in the bared hollow hands of the cottonwood
the other fat-bellied and waddling after rain finally dulls
we're under hoodies,  under shivers, our neighborhood
waits the pinking and mossing, will it unfurl new wood?

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper

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Initials on a Tree

I sign your initials on an old tree And surround it with a heart of desire I want the world out there to come and see The world needs to see our heart completely That’s been put on this tree with love and fire I sign your initials on an old tree People want to view this tree tenderly It’s not like the tree sits on any mire I want the world out there to come and see Heart is formed with love eventually The tree should never be placed on a pyre I sign your initials on an old tree Formed are letters of our names perfectly All the letters put on smoothly not dire I want the world out there to come and see The world can see our kind heart lovingly Our love together shall never expire I sign your initials on an old tree I want the world out there to come and see
Russell Sivey Entered into Anne Currin's "Anne's Favorite Poetry Form: Villanelle! (Any Subject)" contest 3/24/2013

Copyright © Russell Sivey

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To feel the joy
of my transplant, caring hands
that touch my very soul,
the willing earth
where you placed me
blessed, by nature’s 
incessant role,
the warmth of your regard
like wine transcends,
when the feeling of love
surrounds me.
Oh to be here 
yet not alone, 
beneath the azure sky
needing your care, and those
rolling clouds to come on by,
to be a part of this
complex simplicity
sculptured I am, with in
nature’s moods,
yet here in this corner
of your life,
forever let this be
our sanctuary!

© Harry J Horsman 2013     

Copyright © harry horsman

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Below a Douglas Fir

Below a Douglas Fir tree one beautiful moonlit night I sat there with my Missy as we viewed a lovely sight The aurora borealis was lighting up the sky Then something to my right suddenly caught my eye A gem from outer space tore across the cobalt blue Leaving behind a trail a quite spectacular view Two in trapped capture witnessing a shooting star We wonder where it came from, out there from afar We sat there for ages chatting about the sight we seen Phenomena such as this are generally seen in dreams Below the Douglas Fir tree that beautiful moonlit night We marvelled at it's arrival as it disappears from sight

Copyright © James Fraser

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Tree Stump Love

Dr. Seuss wrote of a strong Lorax
Who tried to save Earth’s Truffula Trees
From a foolish “Onceler’s” hacking ax

The Lorax warnings disregarded
Onceler used up the trees’ resources
Now penniless and broken hearted

Onceler made quite a tearful, sad plea
Lorax took pity, bestowed a seed
One final hope for Truffula Trees

Just like the Onceler, I now look back
At mall strips on former forestland
Spying something behind a big Mac

‘Tis the stump of a Truffula Tree
No, they never did make a comeback
Love for this stump, a sad amputee

Filled my heart, I wrapped arms around it
Wishing I could travel back in time
And reverse the Onceler’s work permit

Only when species become extinct
Do we fully appreciate their worth
Save them now; they hover on the brink

Written for Matt Calliri's Tree Stump Contest

Copyright © Diane Locksley

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"Evil Twin"

"Spiritual Narrative"

After life began,  appeared “Evil Twin” mind’s obvious sin
‘Evil’  naught of nothing, using the power of love’s “something”
Giving rise to evil self, far to left, image of self
Love created, but mind deviated, it’s love abated

Love’s logic created Soul, but I am so bold, left heart’s gold
Lost in a wilderness mind, became the Soul of evil twin
Lost in it’s philosophies, mind’s logic of complexities
Has philosophically debated, Love that created

Saying, ‘how can this Love be the reality of me
I shall exalt above, this creation of heaven’s Love’
But crucifixion of mind regains Love’s self in time
As the mind is refined, Soul is re-aligned, with Love’s vine

Man’s discoveries, pieces of the recoveries, of true self
As pieces of the mind crucified, must learn to abide
From Love light’s truth  cannot hide, reality has not lied
Being one with reality, God true technicality
Evil self is naught, except, in a mind of worldly thoughts
Live of your mind if your will, create life’s bitter pill
Your bitter pill will not spill, into Sacred Heart’s will
This proverb is proverbial,  `Tis non swerve able

Within one’s love, one must abide, for on death’s cross it was tried
Also mind must abide, for on the cross was proven it lied
Death and life was set before, human mind to explore
To show evil twin, death’s sin, just no way for death to win

Make a tree good or make a tree evil, for is by man’s choice
Lie on God if your will,   lie `Tis your own bitter pill’
`Tis by your own choice, by your own voice, `Good or Evil’
Death failed, life’s tree stands still, on yonder hill, alive and well


Copyright © john freeman

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Love Like A Mighty Oak

you dried all my tears
i stand proud now like the oak---
no weeping willow

your splendid branches
wrap me into your shadow---
shelter from the storm

wind blows me down
your light lifts me up---
might i dwell in your arms?

written January 28th,2013
for pd's Valentine contest

Copyright © Deb Wilson

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Arbor Amore Constanza

"Arbor Amore Constanza Love carved two hearts in old oak tree a delicate design to show true love lingers beyond Moonglow. Leaves embrace feelings flowing free warm winds whisper words throught Time encircle symbol's quiet mime. Love cascades emotions with glee Seasons welcome change as tree stands branches intertwine as held hands. Love evolves in sweet harmony as fruit blossoms to nourish Life fragrant flowers bloom man and wife. Love reveals wooden tapestry impressed into arbor amore' while golden moonlight lovers adore. Love carved two hearts in old oak tree Leaves embrace feelings flowing free Love cascades emotions with glee Love evolves in sweet harmony Love reveals wooden tapestry. *Arbor Amore - Tree Love. *For Andrea Dietrich's Can You Constanza Contest. *August 25, 2012

Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart

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Tree, Roots and the Light

Tree  Roots  and  the Light 

The tall Tree was Flying, its leaves high in the sky,

Trying to go beyond the flying kites, towards the light,

Its roots were trying to penetrate the soil, 

Heading in the deep darkness, it kept moving without a shine. 

Higher its branches touched the Crown of mirth, 

Touching the lofty heights of light and the sky,

Its leaves and branches were flying and dancing,

In the joy of touching Light and those untouched, heights.

Some where, not far beyond the skies, lives dearest of our heart and soul,

I saw the Tree kept moving towards that One, it always adored, 

While its beloved roots too, were silently busy in supporting,

Without which, the Tree can never even stand to touch the lofty scores.

I thought and wondered, which one contributes more,

In touching the limitless, lofty heights and the glow of the sky,

The stem, which is blessed to touch the sky, or the roots that resembles,

A true beloved without which, the stem even can not stand for a while. 

The Tall tree was standing before me, unfolding its love towards the Sky,

With a high and prideful head in the sky, the tree was heading towards the glow,

Far away from its beloved roots, to feel the serene touch in the limitless sky, 

Going a little closer to that Glow, which we adore and love and call Almighty.


Kanpur India 22 08 2010 

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor

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Love Is Who You Are ( NOT, Just Something You Do ) Part 2

The mind has become a problem,
This ghost and goblin,
Throughout Love’s land!

The mind’s imagination, 
Took over,
Love’s invitation,
By a tree of divided information!
It’s like, being love,
But having a relation,
With life and death information!

There was a tree of strife,
Placed in the midst of love’s life,
For purpose of decision,
That caused the house of division!

But a decision was given, to twiddle dee,
For love you see,
Is what the mind’s twiddle dee, be!
But he must see,
By experience, what is best to be,
For the sot has forgotten,
His beloved soul with his cotton,
Love’s seed of the begotten!

For, for the mind to be,
He must truly see,
The love he be!
For love already knows,
As the mind only blows,
What love’s life is yet to learn!
For love created the life,
That mind turned to strife!

With mind being only a part to life,
Let no man deceive you with vain words,
The old man needs a good purge,
Then his life would surge,
With a holy urge,
to be the love of his life,
Not a goblin of strife!

We are love,
From the inside,
What mind tries to hide,
On the outside!

God the I am is love,
From above,
The same as I am inside,
My, I am is love!
But what I be,
Sometimes is twiddle dee,
Of the mind on the outside,
The real me, I try to hid!
Like Adam and Eve,
With the fig leaves!

We must learn to confide,
On the inside,
By the outside,
To be the love that we are,
From the inside,

Copyright © john freeman

Details | Villanelle | |

Wept Beneath A Tree

So sure of love and all that it can be
This kiss to celebrate the moment met 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

There all the world if only eyes could see
Was placed there at their feet without regret
So sure of love and all that it can be

Their promises exchanged so preciously
That even passing clouds became beset 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

Secure in trust they let their hearts fly free
Unknowing that the clouds weren’t finished yet 
So sure of love and all that it can be

Love’s passions grew and joined the cloudy spree
Into this torrent destiny was set 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

And with each storm they loved more carefully
Their memories will not let them forget 
So sure of love and all that it can be 
That’s why two lovers wept beneath a tree

Copyright © Martin Kloess

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Beneath a Cherry Tree

She held my hand, beneath a tree
Leaning forward, a kiss so sweet
The taste of her, like Cherry Coke
Sunlit beauty a gorgeous smile
Beneath a tree a kiss so sweet

I pulled her near, wanting her close
Pretty brown eyes, looked into mine
As time stood still, my heart quickened
Gentle breezes lifted her dress 
A kiss so sweet, like Cherry Coke

Some memories, will never fade
Me just a boy, she was sixteen
A lovely part of yesterday
I lose myself there for a while
A gorgeous smile, she held my hand

A modified Eileenesque Poem.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

Details | I do not know? | |

The tree and the trigger

When you pulled the trigger
you came to me and tried to love me
ask my forgiveness,
it made me cry, it was so cold
I shook with your suffering
I drew you in the afterlife
alone and crying with gods light
asking you to come
Your remorse, 
your shame, a mistake,
you had so much to give
i painted two trees
one that was dying
the other was dead
the tree loved you
amd misses you still

Copyright © Michael Harman

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What Is It To Be A Tree

What is it to be a Tree?
Do trees ever mind being so close intertwined ?
Do they ever long for space as I do? 
Do they prefer to be so meshed…branches touching branches
 all the time or do they like me long 
............................................................for autonomy

Do their branches reach for another’s touch? 
….................stretching to find it?
Do they cling and pine when isolated …as we do sometimes?

When a tree falls does another one grieve?

Do they sometimes wish to be free?
To be as free 
as he does....... from me?

Does life always include such serious stuff? 
Or do trees simply shift in the breezes
of superfluous fluff?

Do they ever 
to find
the sea?
To fly 
to fly?
like me?
What on earth is it like be?
to be a standing…a standing only ...are they lonely? 
beloved tree?
What is it?
to be a tree?

Copyright © Ingrid Showalter Swift

Details | Abecedarian | |

Under the greenwood tree

Under the greenwood 
tree,under the coolest 
shadow,whose love 
with me stay..who want 
to kiss me there?          
Where a tune of sweet 
merry             Where 
birds chirping and 
Waiting they we want to 
sing:             Only you i 
want to 
Come to show your how 
much,Love or what to 
think?         Love to 
live in the sun,Seeking 
my food i eat.

Copyright © Olatunji Samson

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A Tree for Life

     Have you ever really looked at a tree?
     Have you ever thought of the ancient roots,
     Those that support it ... to behold its majesty?
     The boughs and limbs carry leaves oh, so green,
     We are again reminded of God's handiwork,
     When we see the budding exuberance ... come the early spring.
      They make us mindful of beauty by their quiet repose,
      They are willowy, and shade us from the harsh summer sun,
      Beneath their gentle sways ... we rest comfortably below.
      Fall ages them and their greens turn to brown.
      As winter's cold blasts blow upon them,
      Do we ever feel their plight ... as their leaves tumble down?
      Families are a personal and spiritual tree.
      Their ancient roots so long ago planted, 
      Grow in size and shape and form ... in gifted majesty!
      Generations of limbs and boughs support the child leaves, 
      In every new face God's handiwork,
      Radiant in the splendor of life ... each one of us receives.
      Time slowly ages each one to their own event,
      While we who remain here grow and love,
      Still remembering those whose winter ... we could not prevent.
      It is the strength of their memories we add to our own,
      They give us the values, insights, and perspective,
      Which we in turn pass on ... to the seeds we have sown.

Copyright © Daniel Cwiak

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" Logic? "

To every thing there is a season,
A time to bring the reasoning,
Higher logic` of heart’s project,
Into view, for the mind to review,

For some say the mind`  is the only logic,
Leaving love’s heart without a project,

This mistake, takes the cake,
From this illusion` humanity must awake,

For tis the season` for higher reasoning,
And this will we do, as through God we pursue,

Love’s higher logic` God’s higher project,
An undertaking` of re-awakening,
A mind asleep, by it’s peep,

God’s Logic; the cosmic of higher mind’s project,......................................(Isaiah 55:8-9)
Love’s Faith; built on higher logic,..............................................(Hebrews 11:1-3 & 5-6)
Not on humanity’s`  earthly minded projects,
For it will always try to dodge it,
By lower logic,
Actually` enough said,  the lower mind level logic` is dead,.......................(Genesis 2:16-17)

While actually, God’s higher logic, the cosmic mind’s project, did not dodge it, 
Respect of  love`  gave the choice to man, the level of plan,
By level of chosen logic, man chose his own project,
By tree of life, or tree of strife, 
Would it be life, by tree of life,
Or death’s tree, of the mind’s strife,
The heart's, sacred start,
Or mind’s depart, from it’s heart,

Now you know the rest of the story, life’s glory,
For death was impaled, the stake did not fail, love swelled,...............(Colossians 2:13-14)
Drawing us all by love,  above,
The logic of death,
That death`  the mind did bequeathed,
Leave the dead dogs, lying in the grass,
For death has passed!!

 Dedication; "Diogenes Zuniga " I though of your personal undying faith in Love, the higher 
logic of God, who is love. All the while I was writing this, may God richly reward you with 
many fruits of love's logical righteousness, for it is the true riches of heaven. Stay logical, in 
love, my brother. Sincerely, Moses 


Copyright © john freeman

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A Timeless Love

So young, we climbed a distant hill, to carve a heart upon a tree. Left in the bark, the love engraved has aged with time, and so have we; but can't erase the spark or thrill.
_____________________________________________ 8/3/15 For Casarah Nance's "Micropoetry" contest

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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The Woods Softly Beckon

The Woods Softly Beckon

The woods beckon my soul to fly
always they have but I ask why
Perhaps a father's love they give
to bring joy as I strive to live

The golden silence in wooded air
takes away every troubling care
Invisible mists cloaks their gifts
beauty that forever, forever uplifts

The woods send me on a great trip
a wine to ever so slowly , calmly sip
A marvel to visit and simply behold
a fine victory for the brave and bold

The views that Nature has crafted
which my soul seeks to be grafted
A spell shoots so sweetly into me 
when surround by the beauty of trees!

Robert J. Lindley  06-22-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Abecedarian | |

Under the greenwood tree

Under the greenwood 
tree,under the coolest 
shadow,whose love 
with me stay..who want 
to kiss me there?          
Where a tune of sweet 
merry             Where 
birds chirping and 
Waiting they we want to 
sing:             Only you i 
want to 
Come to show your how 
much,Love or what to 
think?         Love to 
live in the sun,Seeking 
my food i eat.

Copyright © Olatunji Samson

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The Tree we Grew to Love

At the bottom of our garden
Standing for many many years
Below seasonal greens and blossoms
And all of natures tears

This gem of harvesting joy
Showered crops of richness grow
For season after season
When autumn came it showed

It's fruits of life stood out
Against the nature of each day
And all who graced this marvel
Were always said to say

This tree from mother earth
Has given year after year
In rain, hail or shine
In beautiful appear

Again this year we were graced
With baskets of apple gold
But sadness cloaked our hearts
For our tree would never grow old

The first winter storm
Spewed bolts of lightning blue
Amidst the claps of thunder
Was gone the tree we knew

We were awoken in the night
By creaks of deafening cry
Looking out the window
Brought tears to our eyes

This marvel that we grew up with
Was cut down in it's prime
For nature had decided
That this was not it's time

The very next morning
Amongst the devastation
Was our tree of life
Shattered, lay her creation

Now many months have passed
On this stump we have grown to love
And recall that stormy night
And that bolt from above

Copyright © James Fraser

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                                               LOVE TREE
                                 She tried to axe the love tree
                                          our memory tree
                              where we carved our names tree
                                a symbol of our love no more
                        she saw and swore the tree was me See
                                        and set me free tree
                                 she tried to axe the love tree
                                         no more trust tree
                                             love died tree
       now it's just the blame tree  the lame excuse , you chose her  tree 
                              now the only words left on the love tree
                                                    are ....
                                               forgive me

Copyright © Ian Guyler

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The Love Tree

I carved our names in the old oak tree
Across from the old mill bridge
A testament of love that grew each day
Standing tall upon that ridge

They cut that oak tree down today
It's limbs were tired and worn
But they couldn't kill the memory I have
The place where love was born

I used to visit that old oak tree
Each night before I'd sleep
I'd run my fingers across it's bark
Where our names were carved so deep

That tree of love would touch the sky
Each morning when the sun would rise
I'd sit each day to pass the time
As the age grew in my eyes

Though now that tree is dead and gone
You will never be alone
For I've written our names side by side
But now it's written in stone

Copyright © Larry Belt

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Cavemen thought only of self preservation and sex.
In someway evolution was faltered.
Man learned to measure:

You cannot hold an inch, or a mile,
you cannot see a pound, or a ton.
They are but measurements.
They do not exist but in our understanding 
our understanding of what they are.
You can hold a stick that is an inch long.
Yet, it is only a stick, and not an inch.
You can see a tree that is a mile away,
but it is a tree and not a mile.
A pound of butter is only butter and the pound 
is but the measurement of its weight and is invisible.

So is the same for innocence and evil ;
Innocence is love in ones heart for others
and how far a heart can stray from love is evil. 

Measurements of love.

Copyright © Mike Samford