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I Sat Beneath An Aged Tree

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I Sat Beneath An Aged Tree

I sat beneath an aged tree

Of autumn brown. Intent to muse,

And quite forget my human self;

With shadows fuse.



Amidst the roots in sylvan weave,

Above my head a voice was blown;

A wind-born sigh of mournful leaves

And wooden groan.



The tree itself, with whispered sound

Of forest deep in secret, said:

"With mobile limbs, why sit beneath

The living dead?"



"Despite the gusts and desperate growth

I cannot move; my roots go deep.

Cruel gods have made my waking life

Eternal sleep."



"But you, with limbs of movement free

Could visit further fields than these;

And yet you sit beneath a tree

To hear the breeze?"



For hours I listened, 'till my words

Like vengeful light, cut through the gloam.

“I sit here, that my mind is free

To further roam.”



“A musing soul's imagination

Invents more beauties than the earth

Could hold. And finds, in unseen worlds,

Emancipation!”



“Deny what atom deems as truth!

And in the fields of Fancy's breath

Take root. To wake from life and die

A dreamer's death!”



The ancient tree gave no reply.

His voice was taken by the wind.

Too far away to give retort.

For dreamer's minds can distant fly

On wings of thought.

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  1. Date: 11/2/2013 8:03:00 AM

    - What a gorgeous poem this truly is - well done Shanice !!! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)