Am I only one tree,
Or am I a forest,
It depends how you look at me.
From the richest to the poorest,
we all have eyes to see.
For some I am their shelter,
For some they come to play.
Occasionally a bird will perch,
and linger for the day,
For some I am an old tree,
Broken and rundown,
all they see is wear and tear,
branches falling to the ground,
For some I am the best of trees,
for I live on, I am still standing,
my years deeply rooted,
and still solid I am found.
So when you take a look at me,
Please take a second glance.
You see all the saplings in amongst the grass,
I could one day be a forest, just like in the past.!
Excellent. I like to take the meaning as we plant seeds all the time and they could take root just like the saplings in your post. Maybe we show kindness to someone who really needed it and they then are able to show kindness and it keeps going. I like you say take a second glance.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem! And so true! We need to "see" to really really "see"! Thanks for the reminder!
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SueAnn
Love this...thanks for sharing. Something to set you thinking....
ReplyDeletePretty - and true!
ReplyDeletebeautiful pairing of words and photograph. beautiful new template too
ReplyDeletethis is good to think about cinner...great photo
ReplyDeleteI see a gorgeous tree. And strength and beauty. Great post!
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