Roots Tree Poems

If only you could see
the forest for the trees
it would feel so good
for then as an evergreen
you'd be out of the woods
and if you cared...

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Forever is a giant ground, 
Where buried roots live in hope. 
Though, dead in earth and weak beyond
The realistic of growth scientifically.

Unless been uprooted and...

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I felt the earth moving under my roots.
Very same feeling deep down as it was -
five thousand years ago when Flame Mountain
started murmuring and belching...

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My love grows like a tree for you. 
Growing endlessly, it spreads across the garden of love. 
It gives us cover from storms, and shade...

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Old weeping willow why do you cry
Your beauty is green leaves not blue
Your roots a pillow from which to thrive
As Mother Nature’s sun smiles on...

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Honeysuckles commandeered my yard
Ten in a row, watching this old bard
They grow renegade, their roots are super deep.
Providing shade for my red ninety-eight Jeep....

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It’s there, you really need to see,
your beautiful tree,
of creativity.
With nature you know, 
nothing is perfect.
We all grow in our own crazy direction.
We are tall,...

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It stood like a sentinel
at the world’s bleak last shore,
its gnarled branches clawing at
a churning grey November sky,
above a thin and narrowing
yellow band of waning...

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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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If only you could see
the forest for the trees
it would feel so good
for then as an evergreen
you'd be out of the woods
and if you cared...

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They don’t ask if I remember.
They think I’m just a tree—
bark, leaves, and silence.
But I do.

I remember.

Before roads,
before fences,
before the wooden swing on my lowest...

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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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Why to you have sides, front, back, 
left and right besides, betides?
I'm offside, on no one's side.

Why regret and hide the gnarls, 
scars and wrinkles...

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