Timothy Branch

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Tree - Poem by Timothy Branch

What stops a treetops sway?
What can stand atop its highest point?
Frail yet strong it stands as no man can stand upon its apex.
The roots give even the weakest in a stance oftentimes stronger than nature’s most violent thrusts.
The highflying take refuge among the branches.
Leaves green and lush provide the summers shade and playful autumn slumbers for wearied children.
There position keeps many from seeing beyond the forest but curious conquerors obtain spoils for their faithful quests.
No creation stands taller, none makes you feel smaller upon the earth, but their fruit bring honor to their giver.
A tree's treasure is a sure beauty that yields more good than men give to it.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 30, 2013

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