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Something like a Tree

Updated on October 1, 2012
Photo taken by Kacey Cluff
Photo taken by Kacey Cluff
Photo taken by Kacey Cluff
Photo taken by Kacey Cluff

Oh little seed

how I wish you well

here is some ground

in which to dwell

you say you are thirsty?

do tell

here is some water

again you say?

ok but you are a demanding one


when will this cycle end

until the end?

ok but you had better grow

to something

I am pleased to know

you say you are choking

too crowded by far

my manicurist won't like you

if I work too hard

Is that better?


I see you know

hurry on your way

only at your stated course?

only in your due time?

I have things to do

people to pay

Do I want what you have to give?

I don't know

how long must I wait?

Your beautiful and more

you give as you recieved

more then I can put in my house

more then I can eat

I did moan a lot

gripe and put on a show.

you kept going

ignoring me

so long as I gave you

what you needed

you are starting to crowd out

other thing

I love you so

I will let them go

I started to give your fruit away

you thanked me by producing more

more then i could easily give

more then came to my door

but I can't stand it

your fruit is so sweet

I must find all those

who haven't had you to eat

it is getting easier now

not all want you

but I can see others planting

brothers and sisters to your kind

tending you better

then I did

in time we shall live in a forest

don't you think?

Maybe you say

if people let you go

and grow

and live

like I did and more

noticing that I am never hungry

thirsty, or cold

there is somewhere

always somewhere

within your branches and bowls

for me to be

regardless of the need

but I am not oft


to sit in you and think

I must get rid

of these stinking fruit

there are far too many

and there are too many hungry

I cant see them starve

knowing i'm fat

and its all your fault

I see light above

I must climb to see

it is beautiful

it seems within reach

I must know how close

I can get climbing

through branches

grown over the years

I never really did explore them

just watched them grow

Now I see

now I feel the warmth

the beautiful world

you have led me too

I can rest here a while

to my little seed

that is seed no more

thank you.


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      Jaggedfrost 5 years ago

      Your very welcome twolittlehands

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      twolittlehands 5 years ago from Utah

      Thank you for sharing the fruit with us.

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      Jaggedfrost 5 years ago

      I am glad that it brought light to you. This was written in an allegorical state of enlightenment. I am glad it helped you out.

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 5 years ago from Reno NV

      This is a beautiful poem that really brought some insight into my life today. Thank you for sharing. Jamie