Gaia's Gift

Gaia’s  Gift


A sacred tree I plant for my life
For all she offers me
Shade and protection and so much more
She offers me rest for my health
Growing in beauty each day, whispering her secrets
The healing power of her leaves, her bark, her roots
Of the light filtering through her leaves
Until they fall to compost new growth


I am your tree
Giving you life with my breath 
The burst of my blossoms in springtime
As your children play in my branches
Enthralled by the home I offer to all
I give you the fragrance of my fruit
My oil for your hair and your health
Wood for building your boats and homes

In ageless wisdom do I stand tall
Until I am felled for your coffin
And mine
For I am your very life
As I am mine

Do the deed and plant my seed
Once I have fallen
So our story continues
Yours and mine
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Agustin Avatar
January 31, 2025 at 2:21 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed New Year.
Gauthier Avatar
February 14, 2021 at 2:03 PM
A pleasure to find your lovely poem in the 2020 PS Anthology, Heather~
One Avatar
November 4, 2020 at 2:29 PM
I am so sorry to hear about your soulmates death... I'm still searching for mine... I'm happy that you met him and spent time with him..
One Avatar
October 13, 2020 at 6:31 AM
Such a beautiful poem... I like your use of metaphor and choice of vocabulary...
Green Avatar
October 14, 2020 at 11:11 PM
Thank you for your encouragement, Silent One. I planted a tree on the death of my soul mate, but forgot to plant one for me! Many years later I plant a weeping willow. May we all choose a tree for life.
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