Deep beneath our darkened earth a seed has ripened,
it is ready to sprout, and dash with strength,
to the surface of our world.
Bravely it bends its tiny head, pushing out, questioning the beginnings of its growth, a root, a starting point for
a pale white shoot that struggles up in search of light.
As dawn comes a warm glow illuminates our tiny shoot,
and the changes start immediately. It changes colour
thickens, and grows taller as it feeds on sun and rain.
First a lovely light green that is so beautiful to see.
When it develops it darkens, turned brown by the sun;
side shoots appear, branches are born.
Tiny leaves then grow, pale green at first, naïve so young
they look, there like a puppies smile, a child’s first step,
a birds first flight, an idea that has just been born.
Branches mature, more shoots become twigs
and leaves begin to multiply, trunk now fat and
broad as our tree grows larger in the light.
Soon blossoms and fruit are formed, seeds are born
to fall to earth, to struggle up against great odds, and
with time grow, to create yet again another tree.
1st May 2006
Beautiful write, Bob...a very good poetic use of the tree symbol to illustrate the philosophy of birth, growth, decaying and re-generation of life...recommended for read