David Shelburne Poet Rhyme

Arboreal Inquiry

There is hope for a tree.
For though you lop its branches
And fell its mighty trunk,
Expose it to the elements
And mutilate its stump—

Yet at the scent of water,
At the soaking of the rain,
From its root will thrust a shoot—
It springs to life again.

Hope there is for ruined tree;
But is there hope, O Lord, for me?

“He’s like a tree by river close
That never withers comatose,
But fruits and blossoms day by day;
That prospers now, and will, for aye.”

Hope there is for shattered tree,
And hope abides in battered me.

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