I look up the hill
And see it,
That lone tree,
With no leaves for company.
Just the boughs
Reaching up
As if searching,
Searching for life.
Reaching out,
Reaching for existence.
I sit by it and listen,
Listen for its story,
But all I hear
Is silence.
I wonder
Why so alone?
Why so naked?
Is its life so unhappy
That all it waits for
Is its end?
The thought comes to me
That unlike this tree
My life towards my end
Will be filled with hope,
Filled with love,
As My Spirit goes on.
The thought then comes
That My Spirit
Will be joined
With the Spirit
Of the tree,
That not so lone tree.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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Them trees have been around longer than we've lived so far. Well, maybe not as long as us two. Did you recognise that tree? Was it around in 1066? heehee. A fine write.
If the tree had feelings, I would want to bring it indoors of a chilly night!
And not a partridge in sight - were there partridges in 1066 ?
Thanks Orchi. It was just a sapling in 1066. I had to get Michael to paint it then, but my photograph shows it in its maturity.
All life has feelings.
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This is a great piece Andy and quite inspirational.
Thank you Michael.
You write so well, Goldfinch. And trees are so interesting!
Thank you Fred.
Yes trees are very interesting, whenever I go out with my camera I invariably photograph trees of parts of trees, That picture is one of mine.
And there is your other career! You are not only a good writer, but a good photographer as well!
Thanks ANDY ~ but remember just like us each tree has it moments of AUTUMN GLORY as well as it's WINTER bleakness ! I have learned that "Whatever Season of Life or Love I'm in therewith to be CONTENT" Yours BRIAN. Please check my Tribute to SANTITA ~ Thanks B.
Thank Brian, what you say is true but that applies to all life.
Brilliant concept between two lives, yours and the tree. I love it Goldfinch. ; )
Thank you AP, lives should combine in natures world.
To me, nothing conveys wisdom like an old tree. Well portrayed herein, Goldie!
Very true Louis, I would like to hear what they know and have seen.
Nice analogy well done
Thank you wl.
I really do like your poem. As a believer in reincarnation i wonder whether we are ever re-created as a tree. What wisdom would we learn from such existence? A thought to play with perhaps. But they are such noble things and we do take them for granted as have generations before us with that very same tree. Very thought provoking and beautiful writing sir!
Thank you da. There is no reason why we should be or have been a tree. My belief is that My Spirit runs through my earthly life and that earthly life is but a blink of an eye. I have no reason to disbelieve that at some point My Spirit will be within a tree or any other glory of nature.
Very reassuring to know there is another poetic kindred spirit here in worcestershire sir.
It is beautiful to see that you came to this realization. It is wisdom talking to you. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you mal, most kind.
Accidental Poet have a "The Poetic Tree", you have a "The Lone Tree", and guess what, I have an apple tree in my backyard.
This lone tree will not lone anymore, it has your spirit now. Very well done.
Thank you mandm, My Spirit goes on for eternity.
The lone tree and silence; how the world could use a little silence to contemplate God's glory as your lone tree prompts your reader. Indeed our lives have an end in mind - unlike the lone tree's. Great write.
Thank you so much Gary.
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