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 weir
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
Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015
Posted by Fiona Cummings
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