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'ingrained'

Trees are ingrained
  they withstand tough conditions 
    to provide cover

Though we don’t always nurture them 
   they just keep on toiling
     because God saw it fit
        to add them to the realm 

Imagine if we were the trees 
  the way we react to situations, 
     adverse times and things

Would we be able to stand and toil? 
  Like those embedded trees?


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introspectionlifenaturelight verse

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Michael J. Falotico

September 3, 2012 at 7:20 AM

But they are not looking up at me...

Michael J. Falotico

September 2, 2012 at 5:45 PM

When you write like this I realize how talented and the heights your soul can scribe Beautiful. Love n hugs :•) Michael

Brenda Victoria Northeast

August 30, 2012 at 3:10 AM

'Leaves' me feeling really green and ingrained with rings of wonder in my soul telling of my lifetime of weathered storms and drought and spoil and plenty- well done my sister poet : ) x

Michelle Mac Donald

August 26, 2012 at 8:40 AM

Good day, Wilma!:) Joe left me a comment on "Baba Ghanoush" to come and visit your write. I had read it prior to his suggestion, and do enjoy it as much this time. I don't always leave comments though.:( I think we can "stand the toil" and continue our growth. Best wishes, Mikki

Joe Maverick

August 26, 2012 at 12:58 AM

Well put Wilma, its good to read this piece today.."

Gwendolen Song

August 24, 2012 at 12:07 PM

Never tho't of this idea before, but now that u mention it, I would make a horrible tree! I just know I would...I would have to be a WEEPing willow bc I would cry constantly being soooo stationary! Enjoyed the idea behind this one, Wilma!

Andrea Dietrich

August 23, 2012 at 10:10 PM

GREAT questions you asked at the end of this reflective and profound poem. I love it, Wilma!!

Dan Kearley

August 23, 2012 at 4:30 PM

I try,and I try? But now I think this poem will help. :o) Oh! P.S. I thank all the trees I meet. (Silently of course) Ha,ha....Where would we be without them? :o)

Russell Sivey

August 23, 2012 at 7:04 AM

Honestly, I don't think we could withstand the toils that the tree endures, we would buckle under the incredible pressure and falter! Trees are a special species, an outstanding plant that can withstand so much and still live greatly surviving through everything that is thrown at it...almost everything anyway! I too love the power of the tree! This is a wonderful dedication to the trees and all their grandiosity! Wonderful piece, Great Work!!