A brand new poem for you all (literally right off the notepad): The Man of the Tree Water flowing cold and deep, No-one knows the secrets it doth keep, Ripples and currents whisper to me, He who sits beneath the bending tree, Earth cold and hard bothers not me, The man who resides beneath the bending tree, The world goes by, creatures live and creatures die, Yet not I, the man who resides beneath the tree, Root and stem which are buried deep, Living on, a comfort for me, The man that lived beneath the tree, But the tree has gone, yet I remain, To continually listen to the rain, That falls and patters, and dances upon, The window pain of water that used to be, The very same river that flowed so deep, From which the ripples and currents whispered to me.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Jul 2013 23:13:32 +0000