The White Gumtree
And out of the ground the Lord God made to spring up every tree that is pleasant to the sight... Genesis 2:9
I walk among the trees
in the afternoon with you.
See the white gum;
sunshine on the long branch is golden, but
I cannot reach it.
Like the second last note of a melody,
this tree is beautiful to me.
Do you like it too?
I will pick up the sticks it drops,
collect them in the council bin -
dry sticks,
dead.
But, the tree is living; planted
in dusty soil, on sandstone,
beside orange flowers
flaming like candles.
Can a tree possibly know
that it is gloriously lovely?
Who should I thank for this sight?
Perhaps I will be as still as these
other trees tonight,
and listen,
sh.
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