With perfect certainty all know
The wondrous ways of trees that grow.
Their sacred forms against the sky
Inspire all who pass them by
While thirsting roots have stealthy-found
Their liquid banquet underground
And each has with perfection laid
Soft, leafy resting place in shade
Baring gnarled trunk with scarred, bowed bough
Yet glad-beheld by man somehow.
And gives each year abundant yield
By crafty methods well concealed.
The mighty tree like destiny
Bestows its gifts on you and me!
Love this pretty poem, it says it all in beautiful words. thanks-10
A decent way of expressing gratitude for the Nature. Thanks for sharing this beautiful song of life.10 points.
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I would like to translate this poem
I like this line: Baring gnarled trunk with scarred, bowed bough Yet glad-beheld by man somehow.... Nice write...you may like to read and rate my poem: The Fallen. Thanks