My Tree - It Shall Survive

MY TREE - IT SHALL SURVIVE Beside the Kinta River still it stands Colossus of the primal forest panoply Residing native of the fecund land It’s limbs supporting graceful arcing canopy A wondrous teeming aerial village live It shall survive A plume of smoke in still cool morning air Warned of a threat to life of our dear friend I dragged back fire and damped consuming flames From perilled home of copious verdant life Reprieved to face more challenges, and strive It shall survive Bearing scars, endured with grace of old patrician Looking on unchanged, while all around contrive ‘til once more needing care of a passing physician It shall survive Each time I pass that way, I muse as I see With warm complacent notion : ‘That’s my tree!’ 13 September 2019 Writing Challenge 2, September 2019 - The Photograph Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode