The Tree In Our Heart
Every man’s heart is a terrific tree of desire
It sprout so fast as a mighty meaty briar
Born from the seed of error it grows
With wrath and pride as the trunks it shows.
With nescient roots it spread deep the soil
And suck inane water with rootlets that coil
Spread around the basin, the wish of action
Holding the water that nourishes the motion.
Our tree is full with leaves of envy
Covering the branches of grief in plenty
Sprouts of fear, sprouts from its branches
Making it looks like a lone tree in ranches.
Acts so evil from the past are its vigour
With twigs of anxiety it looks so rigor
Loss of judgement sprigs from its arms
Our tree looks phantom, devoid of charms.
Thirsty for love and thirsty for money
Thirsty for power and thirst so many
Creepers of thirst, twine they surround
Cower the branches and climb from around
Like the Eve of Eden who tasted the fruit
Don’t wait underneath for the forbidden fruit
Cut down the tree and cut down your sorrows
Free your soul and the joy you pampers.
Submitted on December 22, 2019, for I Am A Tree Poetry Contest sponsored by Delilah Ventura
Honorable Mention in STRAND any form any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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