What path
What path the eyes follow just to see,
when I'm looking at a lonely tree.
From the roots denting the ground,
to the last leaf to be found.
Past the trunk and its unfocused view,
to find where from the birds flew.
Trace its shadow to give it a form,
look for damage caused by the last storm.
What path the eyes follow because of a tree,
the one that brings my imagination with me.
Brings stories of the past and future places,
every branch and leaf edge my mind traces.
Sitting, looking at a lonely tree,
enjoying all the images brought to see.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes taken the time to admire a tree to allow the imagination to take hold of your view is amazing. So many paths, so many stories the eyes see and the mind conjures.
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Comments3
A wonderful write of beauty overlooked by many, stories told, a world to most unknown. Nature at its best they having millions of years head start on our species. Nicely written a fave
Trees are the all seeing wise men of the world, have seen so much and would have many stories to tell, enjoyed the read
Excellent write
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