The Withered Tree Spake
"The withered tree spake"
Battered and bruised - yet I stand,
firmly rooted deep down;
seasons have gone by - blowing hot and cold,
yet, I live without a frown!
Leaves go dry - they shed off and fly,
'nay me' - the firm trunk I am!
Here to stay - with a dig in the heels,
showing character none can fathom!
Ants crawl up and so do the bugs
and I do see a Pecker;
They huddle-up to nest - and some do rest,
'hey there' - 'you are a home maker'!
In time they lay - then cuddle-up on it,
'eureka', the eggs that crack;
Hairless and shrivelled - they feast on the crawlers,
also learning life's nuances and knack!
Autumn draws the Spring - covers me to the brims,
thus the change of colour;
Lived long enough - knowing change alone as constant,
I behold my crest in valour!
Every moment is new - all uncertain,
around me and in me life adrift;
I've come to terms - acceded to the norms,
that truth is never to shift!
Travails of time, has its way,
to wail and warn you from a collision head long;
May peace prevail with calm and poise,
will rightfully go back to where we all belong!
Copyright © Ram Ram | Year Posted 2017
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