Until At Last Poem by Heather Burns
Until At Last
Planted
deeply rooted in the soil
a sappling
young and tender resting
near a bubbling stream
drinking
in its pleasure
as each day presents itself
until at last a mature tree.
A tender plant grows into a big tree if right conditions are provided. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
This is such a beautiful poem. Words which create such a wonderful picture. Just the reading brings a feeling of peacefulness to the reader. Very nicely written!
Welcome back Heather, after many days. Beautiful poem again from your pen. Until At Last sappling turned into a mature tree. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 9:16:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a remarkable poem celebrating the sheer wonder of LIFE as embodied in a tree's existence. There's no struggle, no suffering, no striving to find the meaning or purpose. Just that bare fact of being alive in time. growing with time, achieving - what? I would say your tree achieves fullness of being, and that should be fulfillment enough even for us restless humans who cannot be content in our rooms the way the tree is in the place of its rooting.