A Tree
A tree is not meant for the Death
Her leaves should still be green
Laughter from two lovers underneath
Keeping the bark clean
From the Mechanism of this 2006 machine
Bless the Bulb
Renew those arms
God,
breath down upon it again
and let us wonder anew
Between your Air and its natural charms
RISE,MY TIRED BRANCHES..I COMMAND YOU TO RISE
His commandment and voice said to the tree:
YOU DO NOT HAVE TO FADE FROM MY EYES
LET MY EARTH STILL BE YOUR CHOICE
It indeed,my friend
rose again to fill this land
From our beginning to the World's impoverished end
Each little stem and seed
Becoming A LOVER once more
despite fear,
Hatred
Greed
We named her FLORENCE
this,thy beautiful leaves..
continue to soar
like the flight of a NIGHTINGALE
Several IMAGES of Nature Kodak
Forever pictured in my A200 POWER SHOT mind
Each Farmer and his wife
a Lawyer with his secretary
Easy Rider that carries his biker girlfriend
The cheery Minister along with his companion of many years:
HIS BIBLE
Has stopped their lives for a moment
to find a miracle in this Reborn little tree
AMEN
OUR NATIONAL TREASURE
MAY IT FOREVER RISE AGAIN!
Copyright © Michael Rogers | Year Posted 2006
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