Tree Of Life Poem by Tentative Poet

Tree Of Life



Instead of sitting under
the Tree of Life,
contemplating its meaning,

we should get up
and shake its trunk,
or climb it to lounge
among its branches,

pluck its fruits and
savor their juices,
wipe them purple sweet
off our chins,

then lick our hands clean
for good measure.

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