outside my window
I see my old rain tree
each fall it blooms for only me
trees are moments
they take me back in time
a snapshot of the faded past
I planted them
the pines the holly the dogwood
I saw them grow like children do
how many trees
how many have I planted
I wager they're a thousand strong
a tree may hold
the secret of the ages
within its vague encrypted rings
army of trees
army of moments past
the only things that ever last
I'm a lover of trees. Agree with what you say about trees. They indeed have a soul. Beautiful write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully shaped verses and stanzas witht their excellent rythm impress someone with the icons and the sensitivity of the perception.The last three the most beautiful.