Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Like a Tree...

To you
I am like a tree
My limbs are all you see
You do not see the roots, the core
Or love’s leaf-tears scattered on the floor

And oh, you
Do not hear
Life’s summer-song echoing of years
Nor do you see the sapling at my knee
Reaching, ever reaching for youth’s cupped eternity

And you
Do not know
How swift a tree can grow
All you see is rain and sun and snow
As days to weeks to seasons flow

No, to you
I am like a tree
My limbs are the only thing you see
…and I am content to hold you in my seasoned arms
For soon enough you must learn to weather your own storms

© Janet Martin

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