By Cliff Eshom | Featured Contributor
So proud and complete the magnificent tree,
with dauntless resolve to remain truly free.
Directed, strengthened, creations sure dye,
reaching and spreading to mature in the sky.
Like thoughtful mankind, you search for pure light,
bound to the earth, your leaves take to flight.
Majestic, serene… though ever unseeing,
over all man and beast, yet having no being.
When comes the time, from past up to date,
yes on us all, will soon be this fate;
to find a place ‘neath your shadow to rest,
and thereby return to those living blest,
the greatest of gifts so pure and profound
life without judgment, and peace will abound.
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