Life Tree Poems

     A tree needs sun, water and soil
       gives back its fruit...
   ...

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The beauty of your life is so easy to see,
In the colors and lines of your symmetry.
After a time with the tree of your life,
Severed...

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A tree birthed in girl's heart behind the window
Wherever, however, old Aspens are made — 
And God was in green's time, Christ coming in gold.
The...

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I took the road less traveled
to hear if a falling tree
with no one around
(aside from yours truly)
does make a sound
but lost my way
veered far astray
and...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about birds, flowers, candles, life, death.

Naptime!
But my drowsiness is nixed
by busybody warblers.
—Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch

Carolers:
the sparrows...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about summer, trees, firefly, fireflies, cuckoos, rice fields, rice paddies, bush-clover, Iris, Irises, temple, temples, Japanese culture, light, daylight,...

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I stand alone in natures beauty,
in the woods by a trickling stream.
I feel the presence of my destiny,
as a repetitive eternal dream.

I hear the gurgling...

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The leaves were changing as I walked my way, 
All different colors they were today.
I felt a calm presence I’ve felt before. 
A feeling of...

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Juniper- a genus of evergreen

Under the cypress family list;

Neath scented leaves, new berries are green.

It had a place in mythology's mist. 

Protection, Long life, Purification

Expressed...

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Much like the limbs of a tree,
Life has away of reaching out towards the heavens.
With roots,
Grounded and fastened steadfast to the bedrock,
We can be firm...

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There will never be
A story told
That does not measure
Hope so old
As in this tree
With shading bow
As here I sit
In writing now

For in this ancient 
Solid...

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We forget we are like trees, our roots run deep, and far they reach 
Unseen they mostly are, hidden out of side, so deep 
Some...

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We forget we are like trees, our roots run deep, and far they reach 
Unseen they mostly are, hidden out of side, so deep 
Some...

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Under the tree where the bodies hang
swaying, dancing in the gelid breeze
neath their rotting toes, the children sang;
slow circling a boy; they taunt and tease.

"It's...

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I have to come clean as I return to see 
your ashen corpse and dried leaves  
My survival became more important than yours 
but...

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