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The Perennial

The Perennial 

On an overhang, where the mountain slopes gently towards the lowland and the sea
 there is a crooked tree with long roots embracing the mountain 
Is the plant an asp or a birch, the leaves are compact and sturdy
It has to be as it is the first who catches the winter wind or the salty haar from the sea.
It is also a tree that catches the first light of the day and the last
To see the disappearing day, the first to see how wonderfully clear our firmament can be.
This tree will not risk the indignity, of being dressed up like a tart
have gifts in the colourful wrapping of favour bought under duress and be thrown 
on the waste heap when the party is over
This tree will not be an elegant mast on a clipper sailing to China and Ceylon and 
one day run aground on the hardy coast of Norway and be sold off as planks., 
This tree is art because someone looked up and said, look
at this, its true art and has a natural beauty and emotion only great art can provoke.

Copyright © Jan Hansen

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