THE TREE BY FIONA CUMMINGS

The Tree

By Fiona Cummings

 

 The tree that grows

Hugged by the rose

Tells a story from yesteryear

Bear in winter

Bits of bark splinter

But bloom in spring

From routes deep within

Under the ground

Stretching out all around

Bowing down

To tell a tail

Survived snow, wind and hail

Wearing its medals of flowers so pale

Circled by nettles and a lonely daffodil

If only we could sit down and get some answers

Learning all about our ancestors

How many people have sheltered under hear

Looking out to the overflowing wear

The steep muddy banks

And fast new road behind

I would like to give thanks

To all nature we find 

You ask nothing from us

You don’t cause a fuss

Just hope for seasons to be kind

And not to be replaced by concrete

You make life complete

Beautiful tree

You provide beauty for me

You keep your secrets to yourself

Put away on your oak shelf

Well, I won’t ask you to whisper

The secrets you know

And why on your trunk you have a blister

Who did that to you

I will never know

Just please grow

Tall to the sky so blue

Forever I will respect you