A Rock's Desire Poem by RickyLee Barber

A Rock's Desire



I watched the growing tree.
Young at first, straight and true.
Still I look up to see the leafless branches
unlike me steady and true.
it moves wild and free. Cold sets in and
I worry some for its health.
I stay the same as the sprouts first appear.
Still I look up to see the forming leaves.
Occasionally I am visited by life
but not for long it's gone.
Still I look up to see
the life in its branches living long.
As the years pass my color fades
but its ever changing form suns
and shades me at times.
I become hot and cold
with its nature ways.
Still I look up to feel the rays.
I watch as heaven seems so close
as age is seen in its bark.
I'm still grounded as it stretches its years.
As it bows with the breeze and sometimes
breaks it always lives and regrows.
Still I look up to find glory in its life.
How I long to live and die
as soon I know it will become
old and rot.
Still I look up to see, still a Rock I will be.
5-11-13

Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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