The years and time siphoned
Out the life of that tall standing tree.
As the wind cankers its dry branches; a ruthful vagabond,
The tree, of its teeming duties remains free.
Somewhere, you can see its lushy green,
The twittering garden, breezy dance and impalpable glory,
The soul savory colors and seasonal reigns, reflecting
In the ether of earth rooted memory.
7d ago
May 29, 2026 at 3:07 AM UTC
The years and time siphoned
Out the life of that tall standing tree.
As the wind cankers its dry branches; a ruthful vagabond,
The tree, of its teeming duties remains free.
Somewhere, you can see its lushy green,
The twittering garden, breezy dance and impalpable glory,
The soul savory colors and seasonal reigns, reflecting
In the ether of earth rooted memory.
I might not stop writing about the trees.