The Tall Tree Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The Tall Tree

Rating: 5.0


And what of winds,
that change directions!
Let them attack,
my roots are deep in the earth,
my branches are spread all over the garden.
I'm looking in the eyes of the sun.
Go on burning,
change the weathers,
change the climate,
kill my leaves,
kill my flowers,
kill my fruits,
your sword of summer,
I have broken,
see my shadow is still there,
send the rains,
with lightning and thunder,
see my cover is still there,
attack with autumn,
see the bed of leaves is still there,
why don't you see?
The couple of twittering birds,
is busy in collecting my dry leaves,
they shall get it repaired,
and renovate it,
before you attack with a deadly winter,
it's their nest,
and when the she bird lays her eggs,
you shall see incubating in turns,
and when you surrender
and put your arms,
my branches will wear new green dresses,
and you will see lovely pink flowers,
and among the flowers,
two pretty young ones,
learning art of flying,
and singing a new song of love,
in exciting winds of the sexy springs.

The Tall Tree
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Loke Kok Yee 25 March 2016

the seasons coming and going is all part of the plan nature in her wisdom knows when to nourish life and land thank you sir

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Valsa George 22 March 2016

Life renovates itself every now and then..... seasons pave way to seasons and the cycle of life goes on and on! A lovely poem! A sure 10

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Kelly Kurt 22 March 2016

My friend Mike is correct. A wonderful telling of a tree's perspective, enduring with stoic grace and giving its all to the rest of nature, including us.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 21 March 2016

Wind frequently changes the direction of life and fragrance. But new green branches bloom with fragrant flowers in spring and birds chirp for new homes. Learning and flying with love determine destination of living. Spring is ever lovely. Very wonderful expression.10

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Mike Smith 21 March 2016

Wow. You've personified the seasons in a way I can truly say I've never encountered before. This is excellent Akhtar. Rarely do you come across a first person account of a tree... Much less one that rings true and does so in a beautiful, poetic way. A great poem if I've ever read one

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