I looked at you in tender love -
A tender shoot rising up from the ground,
Your new leaves radiant in the morning sun,
Freshly washed by the raindrops around.
A Banyan doesn't grow in a day, they say -
Challenging Mother Earth to give it her all
To raise this colossus of the forest green
That, for aeons to come, shall be standing tall.
A veritable king holding forests together
With majestic roots - above and below the ground,
The mighty trunk - nurturing and shelterimg
Every life-form all around.
I look at you again in over-awed silence -
Envisioning the great future that has begun!
The tremendous potential of that tender shoot
Its new leaves radiant in the morning sun.
Two sapling oaks in early spring
Soft sage color their tender leaves wave
Light reflects
Verdant leaves intertwine in summer
Their bond has stood the test of time
Limbs reach next
Their leaves of brilliant autumn color
Have reached past their prime, fall
color specks
When winter comes, and twisted limbs fall
The light shines through and reaches brush
glow projects
A warm blanket for the morning.
A freshly squeezed glass of orange juice.
A sun ray peeking through soft dew.
A grandfather clock chiming in the corner.
A rush past swaying beds of grass.
A leap onto smooth cement.
A rain cloud in the horizon.
A whisper of fog from the south.
A passenger train behind schedule.
A quick look at a wristwatch.
A card yet to be punched.
A sudden pour on open fields.
A puddle mistaken for a ravine.
A hurricane for your troubles.
A wind to be ever picked up.
A wind which is actually a breeze.
A blow of a dandelion.
A seed connecting with earth.
A drink for the roots.
A sapling sprung high.
A tree for your troubles.
What does a sapling need to grow?
Is water, sunlight, and soil enough,
or does it need something more?
An ungrateful sapling—
it does not grow.
At what unfortunate hour
did I choose this seed to sow?
What does this sapling need?
An adversarial being.
I wonder what kind of fruit
its ominous seed will bring.
The sapling whispered to itself,
Maybe I need love,
love that doesn’t judge,
love that does not keep score.
The whisper faded into silence.
Maybe I need freedom.
Freedom to remain fruitless or fruitful.
Freedom that feeds the soil
without binding the roots.
The leaves wilt and droop.
The stem begins to peel.
Leaves curl inward.
The sapling can no longer name
what it feels.
It yearns
for what it desires but never receives,
its stem turning brittle
for daring to want.
The sapling no longer feels
anchored to the soil.
Roots that once dreamed
of reaching far and wide
begin to coil.
I am a sapling, a young tree
sun and rain both nurture me
As I grow, my trunk gets strong
my branches spread, wide and long
Twigs and leaves will soon appear
oxygen enters the atmosphere…
Come Autumn, my leaves float down
brightening lawns and barren ground
My roots probe deep into the earth
nutrients absorbed for Spring’s rebirth
The winters come much faster now
than once they did in endless days;
The sapling now a roughened bough
which in the wind no longer sways.
Springs interjection disappears
as quickly as the summer sun;
And fall? It counts the passing years
reveals the end has now begun.
Story of a sapling mom
A storm wind comes and throws the seed away;
The seed survives
Longs for the rain patiently
The sky one day bursts apart
The sun strikes making the rain drops shine as a pearl
The seedling ?? rises up proudly ,Faces the sky
Leaflets wide open
The Sunrays create the rainbow ?? and life find its way through the darkest times .
She was waiting
To be heard
To be where she belongs to
Be idealized
Be herself
Thrive just like the seedling.
-Deepti
so cute love poem
so swell sweet short smooth slap-up
saffron sapling smell
sapling oak
grows under the giant oak....
lawn mower
Fragile pine sapling
Green rising from brittle leaves
Pure fringed refreshment
A tender sapling -- delicate, frail
without support will often fail
Tied to a stake, it has a chance
to grow up straight, to firm its stance...
Oftentimes we judge a tree
by its leaves and stature
When roots trunk and branches
~ reveal its character
SUNFLOWER SAPLING
I am growing yellow blossoms, patina of petals shining golden.
My flowers silently smile to praise glowing Sun if not hidden
behind platoon of clouds, flowers seek sun rays till sunset.
Blooms gaily gaze moving heads as Sun roams slow from East to West.
Being in quest of sunbeam, bright or dim, flowers are smart to turn
heads throughout day always facing dazzling blazing shiny Sun.
Glossy glistening shy flowers are shaken by gentle mild breeze.
Me bathed by amorous shower or sun rays while zephyr tries to tease.
Blossoms are drooped, dried when my short life ends in one season.
Drones and bumble bees stick to withered blooms as seeds got ripen.
10/01/19
Second Place
'Story of My Life in Ten Lines' Contest by Silent One.
Restive young mind sunk in an urge of expression
mounted the romantic wings of a roaming butterfly,
flew in the garden touching the flowers of passion
the flight wrote poems with the air on the blue sky.
The aspirant mind adrift in secret search for an anchor
found the life with everything in the sight and sought,
built a ship for the life at sea to float and feel secure
the cruise couldn’t chart poems for the sailor forgot.
The reflecting senile mind in a dire desire to be alive
travels to the past across the present and the future,
plucks the memories not yet stale for time to wipe
and plants the sapling of poems for you to nurture.
December 8, 2017.
seed of love sprouted as
-
root of pain pierced young hearts.
Passionate stem is up.
Two soft tender leaves
trembled with eager heart beats
Ilsating romance.
bend each subtle branch
in tune of the rising sun
stand tall tomorrow
Copyright2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
May 13, 2015 6.05pm
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