This is a rare poem that I have written. I'm not much for poetry, but this is one that brewed in me for the longest time and then it was born. I've posted it before, but it has been a long while.
I hope it will speak to you as it does to me each time I read it.
(all photos take by me. i cannot resist a good looking tree)
A Strong Tree I Stand
A strong tree I stood
Confident of my vigor and green
Clustered leaves covered proud limbs
My shade gave comfort to many souls
You should have seen me then
The beauty of the strength of my gifting
To birds of the air
And children who climbed
To lovers lost in gaze and poets who wept
Their tears inspired by my towering strength
A song I was
Each day I radiated life
I, the strong tree, mattered.
Then came the cold winter winds
Slowly my leaves fell from my limbs
Leaves of pride and dignity
My strength, identity
There I stood
In grief I looked at my beautiful leaves
Like fallen laundry on the earth below
I watched them turn to dust
No more poets cry beneath me
Where are the lovers who loved in my shadow?
Stripped of my strength, of my beautiful gifting
My limbs stand bare
No longer masked by pride
I am bare as hope
The winds blow some more
I feel them and shake
Trembling with fear as
I stand helpless under the sky
Of the Great Lifesource
Why am I dying?
The lovers are gone
No poets sing my verse
Alone I have become with my dust
But I can smell the rains
I can see the sun far away
Her light breaking
Like the lovers I miss
The rain weeps as did the poets I have known
My bare limbs hunger for sun and soaking
By fire and rain
In nakedness I discover the beauty of humility and weakness.
A strong tree I stand