Tree As Soul
you stand content many arms unfolded
what is it
that you show
to one who’s heart has been heavily molded
by those who have smirked mocked oft times scolded
your wiry breadth expansive green and lush
the whisper there
spins a tale
to all who fell off trapped in undying rush
to not attend the head but to heed the hush
for as you are rooted quite fixed on a spot
for all time
no matter how
you yearn fret or complain you simply cannot
occupy other plain which time has forgot
gently you gesticulate noble and proud
you never
seem to mind
transience of day elasticity of cloud
the siren-call of lesser minds swayed by a crowd
were I to touch you would you help me to see
that all that
is imminent
that all which seems dark simply serves a plea
of grasping the essence of that which is free
Copyright © Clifford T. | Year Posted 2019
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