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The Proud Tree (poem)
Once in a grassy glade stood tree so proud
The grass grew tall beside the mighty tree
With every passing breeze the grass there bowed
But tree stood tall and firm as it could be
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One day the tree did ask it friend the grass
Why is it that you greet each breeze this way
You bow to every stranger that comes pass
But for its answer grass gave gentle sway
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A wind a storm just happened on their field
The grass just bowed as it had times before
And as before the tree just couldn’t yield
So angered wind tossed tree upon the floor
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And as the once proud tree now slowly died
It watched the grass there bowing by its side
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What a wonderful allegory, M. The music sets the tone perfectly.
Voted up.
Sad but wonderful poem.
I was sad to see the tree go but understood the message. We do have to bend somewhat to survive. Great poem.
Aww, sad when a tree falls. Loved your poem..
Very awesome, and very philosophical. Sometimes we have to bend to the forces of nature to survive, but I ask you this. If all we do is bend does that mean we will never be as majestic or great as the tree? Will we spend our lives being tread upon, just like the grass? Is it better to meet your end sooner and reach greatness, or live a passive invisible life?
So unique, something to ponder upon! Beautifully written, and I believe there is a message there ....
Voted up and beautiful!
Oh goodness Mhatter99 - this is my absolute favorite. I love trees and think they have so much to teach us. Voted up, up, up and awesome. And will be sharing it too!
Wondering if there is something deeper in this poem, and the tree is metaphorical?...enjoyed it either way.voted up
What a wonderful poem if only the tree had learnt to be flexible it might still be standing. A lesson for us all I think.
As man must compromise in life, the tree had to, also. Unable to only go so far, the tree found it's life over. How far can man bend before breaking is the question? Great job!
I love anything to do with mother nature, and this sad poem about the death of one of her creations was very endearing.
Jan
"No trees were hurt during the writing of this poem." Hey Mhatt, love this but I feel really sad for the tree. How do you find these beautiful videos that are always so relevant to the poem? Just beautiful, voted up and awesome.
The first part of this reminded me of that scripture where it talks about the whole earth rejoices in the Lord, the wind blowing through the trees is how the trees praise the Lord, and the mountains and so on. But then you had it to die, how sad. That is the cycle of life. Excellent poem. Voted Way Up In His Love, Faith Reaper
Ah, the poor tree. Since it is so dry here, trees don't get to root deeply, and over they go.
always sad to see a tree go down.
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