Jeff Rushton


The Tree Of Life - Poem by Jeff Rushton

We all begin as a seedling, with a race, a sex and parents
We are fed and nurtured until we have the ability to grow and flourish on our own
Our parents dropp us from their loving and secure limbs to help us grow and become a mighty and beautiful tree
We start with some tiny roots, for food for love, and for caring
As we grow, our roots increase, into wants, needs, desires, passions, hungers and feelings
We try to manage our roots by quantity and quality, always fearful of dying limbs or knotting branches
We grow until we are left with the choice, to become great or to greatly become the roots that we feast on most
To those that enjoy the pleasure of the sweet and deny the nourishment of the bitter...
Life, for the limbs, but only for a time
The other roots wither and die and eventually limbs, branches and life follow
To those that savor the sweet and are satisfied by the bitter...
Life, Love, Beauty, and the roots to maintain.

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Comments about The Tree Of Life by Jeff Rushton

  • Rookie - 0 Points Mamta Agarwal (9/2/2008 12:50:00 AM)

    tree as a metaphor to trace man's jorney- lovely depiction of life. the last line is really beautiful.thanks

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 2, 2008



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