Me Compared To A Tree.
Me Compared To A Tree!
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If a tree falls
in a forest,
and there is
no one around
to hear it does
it make a noise?
It rings out
in silent O's
its stump marks
the years of
its passing,
it has no bark
that one can hear,
it simply leaves
circles of time,
ripples in a
wooden pond,
left by the
sharp axe falling,
I have stood
by a felled Sequoia,
a massive time
tunnel to the past,
and the rings
were countless
it was wedded to life
for more centuries
than imaginable,
and then
divorced by man.
We wear one
ring to show
our commitment
to wrap
our limbs
around each other,
we bear
stretch marks
as our layers grow,
like a tree
we take up roots,
and ring in
each new year
with rings of leis.
we grow from
the inside out,
much like trees,
perhaps that explains
our affinity
with trees.