Life Tree Poems | Examples
These Life Tree poems are examples of Tree poems about Life. These are the best examples of Tree Life poems written by international poets.
The physical world around me is constantly changing,
sometimes for the good and sometimes for the bad.
I keep saying,
leave things alone until I die.
Then make all the changes you want,
because I will not be in the middle of the changes.
The tech world is moving faster than lightning,
what was new yesterday is old today.
Some say,
the physical world around me is an illusion.
How can I prove this to be right or wrong?
It is something to think about.
In this changing physical world around me,
I need to be like a young tree and bend in the wind of life.
THE AWENESS OF AUTUMN
Autumn has arrived;
Naked-tree lessons coming:
Survival canvassed:-
Naked trees canvassing us,
The nature of living faith:-
For some, living faith
Can often be a challenge;
And even questioned:-
Through Autumn and its Winter,
Let us be in Living Faith:-
Autumn has put its showstopper on
the magical season has begun
Leaves on trees, colourful hues of green
turn to delightful shades of citrine.
Then gracefully swirling to the ground
twisting, twirling they come falling down
Leaves seeking rest upon leafy lanes
ground absorbing the brittle remains.
Becoming compost that feeds the earth
maturing until nature's rebirth
Trees stood naked without their dressing
have beauty unique and impressing.
As all life on earth, comes death and birth
part of God's plan, unseen and unheard
Each plant, creature, woman, man and child
leave their mark somewhere out in the wild.
Filling blank pages on which to write
tales of autumn's showstopper of life.
"As the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips,"
I will see the "foliage of farewell."
"When the soul-stars dream and die,"
I see red leaves covering the fall trees.
"O fall, let this lore of love be the last,"
for I now see "I am the Eyes of Time."
The green leaves must change colors for the fall,
but "neither dusk nor dawn can delude me."
The blowing wind is softer 'neath the boughs
Yet strong enough to take him from his home
It whips the fields and like the farmer ploughs
Against his mighty tree's yet verdant dome
His neighbors sway away with each new gust
And leave him hanging in her feral aims
His branch, and tree, and root he'll yet entrust
Yet with one final sweep; the leaf, she claims
And I, like taken leaf, have strayed from thee
And would I could to blame it on the breeze
Still more to me than that life-giving tree
A single tear from you, my heart would freeze
I vow this now that you shall never know
Though it may make me worst among the low
When the sudden dust storm blows,
And the numbing winds start to rise,
Plant your feet and let roots expand,
Keep your eyes upon the skies.
Branches bend, but do not shatter; leaves
Will fall, but life remains. Brave the storm
For your own sake, Sunlight ensues all the
Rains.
Stand your ground and hold your head,
Weather every quick-freeze and frost.
No matter what the direction ahead, no
True strength is ever forfeited.
In early spring, I wake again,
soft rain along my bark and skin;
I feel the world breathe out and in~
I stand and keep the seasons’ memory.
I’ve watched your footsteps come and go,
your whispered joys, your hidden woe;
I hold the echoes soft and slow~
I stand and keep the seasons’ memory.
You leaned on me when life felt thin,
your losses heavy, sharp as wind;
I kept your secrets deep within~
I stand and keep the seasons’ memory.
And though you’ve changed, as humans do,
I still reach out with limbs toward you;
your presence feels like sunlight through and through~
I stand and keep the seasons’ memory.
A Leaf in the Woods 8-6-26
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A Leaf in the Woods
From high above the quiet forest floor
I see the memoirs of the summers passed
Frost eaten veins reveal forevermore
The remnants of a supple life’s repast.
The leaves of maples, umber oak and birch,
Here blend into a testament of life
Prophets gone, tell of once gloried church,
Their voices speak of icy winter’s strife.
Yet I still drink the saps of summer dreams
When galaxies spin through each solstice night
Their symphonies lament the lost moonbeams
Remembering their souls through forest light.
And, when for me this summer passes by
I pray my life to grace will testify.
A LEAFY ALLEGORICAL MESSAGE
What a great season!
Leaves shall soon be leaving me,
Naked and challenged:-
But I will not be ashamed:
Canvassing life's endurance:-
Our allegory,
Teaches profound barked lessons
Of life's survival:
Despite cold tribulations,
Releaving warm leaves will come:-
I once was a tree near Hadrian's wall
That for a hundred years stood proud and tall
Then one day I was brutally cut down
Leaving broken hearts scattered all around.
My sycamore was a much treasured tree
For passers by ‘twas a precious must see
The felling was to all a dreadful shock
To the world it is a terrible loss.
As it's said, where there is life there is hope
Fortunately there is now new regrowth
One day my tree will stand there proud and tall
To honour the tree that came to a fall.
A forest leaf, sways far from any man,
amid soft rustling, pleasant to the ear,
like footfalls as the woodland creatures ran,
and birdsong for a passing greenwood deer.
Indeed, the leaf life on a country tree,
with clean, clear waters and unsullied air,
and green and blue as far as he can see,
surpasses Cuz who spies me in my chair.
Yet, Cuz is smiling from his vantage point,
through the window as I write this odd stuff,
(no one would ever me, "Leaf Pro", anoint)
as he awaits my girlfriend, in the buff.
The woods have reigned through countless ages past,
but catch mankind today, for it won't last.
“My crown exults with the morning sun.” — The Poet Tree
A bird perches on my branch and leaves
while an insightful dog barks at my inner bark
as the elephant slowly approaches
Around my trunk the elephant wraps his trunk
straining to wrest the rest of me from
my roots, while the flora and fauna root for
the victor they are leaning toward…
either the elephant as it leans forward
or me, as my branches lean sunward
Tired, the elephant lumbers away from my lumber
the insightful dog still barking at my inner bark
as the owl arrives to contemplate root causes
I rose when mountains were still young,
when dawn had yet to find its tongue;
the world was quiet, shadows sprung~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
I felt the first storm carve the sky,
heard gods in thunder passing by;
their murmurs stitched into my cry~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
Your mortal heart beats soft and brief,
yet stirs my roots with joy and grief;
I cradle both like ancient leaf~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
So rest beneath my ageless frame;
your fleeting life and my endless flame;
we meet, and nothing stays the same~
I am rooted where time first learned to breathe.
A tree
With a thousand
Faces from memory
Appears taken by
Death and distilled
As life remembered
On an empty canvas~
The dreams that are by minnows cast
Cannot engulf the sea;
The splinter from an ancient mast
Cannot become a tree.
But then, the measure of a thing
Is not in what it’s not;
A note by which the world may sing
Is doing what it ought.