Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Beautiful, beautiful, greenest tree
Drip your drops of life on me.
Forever shall we ever be free.
Glorious it is to know
That in you is divinity.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 2, 2026.
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Most intriguing Tristan. I believe that what people call divinity is in all things and so this caught my attention. All nature itself is divine to me. Nicely rhymed and worded.
Soren, I appreciate your reflection here, my friend…that sense of divinity woven through nature resonates deeply. In my own beliefs, it’s less that nature is divine in itself, and more that the Divine is present within and through it, participating in it and we/nature in divinity. Subtle difference…shared wonder, for sure. Grateful for your thoughtful read. 🌿💧🙏✨
Most welcome and that small difference makes all the difference and I would have to agree with your version what I had intended but so clumsily missaid.
Soren, thank you for that, my friend…no worries at all. I knew what you were getting at. I just wanted to clarify my wording in case we weren’t saying quite the same thing. I really appreciate your openness. 🌿💧🙏✨
My pleasure
Argh! Hope it's not a spinach tree (does spinach grow on trees? lol), or spinach patch. Popeye was downcast. He mistook it; it was a cabbage patch. heehee.
A fine write T. There's a somewhat similar hymn/chorus starting: ''I've taken my harp down from the willow tree (symbolic of sadness)......'
Play that harp, Popeye, and take a break from glugging. He said he will, but it will only last about, oh, 42 seconds. lol.
Orchi, the greenest tree has released a statement. It identifies neither as spinach nor cabbage but as divinely chlorophyllic. Popeye approached with reverence, mistook the leaves, tuned the harp, declared repentance, and resumed glugging before the final note faded. The willow sighed. The cabbage rolled away. The glug, of course, endured...like a... don't finish that! 🤣 🌿💧🙏✨
A very special 5 liner, I do love less is more yet enormous poetry 🌹
Thank you, Teddy. Glad it resonated, my friend. Much appreciated. 🌿💧🙏✨
Simply lovely!
Thank you so much, Katie! Glad it resonated. 🌿💧🙏✨
Nicely said. Your poem revolves around the deep connection between nature and spirituality. The poet expresses admiration and reverence for a tree, which symbolizes life, divinity, and freedom.
Friendship, thank you…that’s such a thoughtful reading. I’m grateful you felt that connection between nature and spirituality. That quiet reverence is exactly the tone I hoped would come through. 🌿💧🙏✨
And now a line from a hymn: 'There's a sound on the wind.......' Oh no, another sound now, a glug! That's thrown me off-course! lol.
Did you wind up on the island of lost glugs? Pray tell me not! 🤣
Argh! Would we want to end up there? If not, why not? Aww - it's that old 'don't answer that' again!
Yeah…that old warning keeps popping up, like…well… don’t answer that! 😂🤷♂️
Simple, sacred, and unflinching—your tree hums with quiet power.
You reach for divinity without flinching, gritty in its devotion.
Thank you so much, Thomas! Wow! That means a lot, my friend! Much appreciated! 🌿💧🙏✨
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