The Tree Of Life

The Fife Wanderer

Bearing similar characteristics we share a special bond.
 
Starting out in life as little seeds, now growing together and witnessing each other flourish. 
 
Our strong intertwining roots form solid foundations providing us structure and stability. 
 
As we stand tall together our limbs reaching out from our central core.
 
Breathing In perfect unison the oxygen inhaled and the carbon dioxide exhaled by me, perfectly mirrors the carbon dioxide absorbed and the oxygen released by you.
 
The Interdependent relationship that we have formed living and breathing as one.
My finger prints and your tree rings provide our identity and uniqueness. 
 
The connection between you and me, nature and human.
 
We are the Tree of life.
  • Author: The Fife Wanderer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 18th, 2024 09:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: Connection between nature and me.
  • Category: Nature
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  • Cassie58

    My finger prints and your tree rings
    provide our identity and uniqueness

    A much enjoyed nature write. I have always had an affinity with trees. A lovely composition.

    • The Fife Wanderer

      Thank you for taking the time to read my work 🙏

    • TobaniNataiella

      I really like this, we humans and nature are so interconnected and we need each other, but sadly humans are increasingly destroying nature, which without the beauty of, we cannot survive. A really good read, Thank you

      • The Fife Wanderer

        Thank you for taking the time to read my work

        Without the beauty of nature many minds would not be in a good place , I am thankful 🙏🐝🌲

        • TobaniNataiella

          You are very welcome

        • arqios

          Now there’s a thought always nascent and ever present: we breathe in trees and they breathe us in, what symbiosis, what organic unity. And yet… here we all are, not so much them but 8B of us… self strangulation perhaps?



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