Love And The Tree Poem by Joseph Blitch

An unusual blossom; you may see;
That of a mighty and very tall tree;
Natures gentle wind doth pollinate;
Nuts develop so it may regenerate;

To its seat on the host it holds tight;
In its casing it resides until it's ripe;
When it is ready even a gentle wind;
Releases it onto soil; it's new friend;

On the ground it lays for some time;
While nature covers it up with grime;
It could end up as some animals food;
Sprouting to life; much more accrued;

Wind and rain test it over first years;
Bending to and fro; its future unclear;
Branching out; sturdily reaching sky;
From a small thing; illogical to eye;

A mighty and tall tree; not one alarm;
Weathering storms without any harm;
Similar to growing a tree is that of love;
First minute; strengthened from above.

Tag: Love is like a tree given that from a tiny nut which sprouts, then with the passing of time, grows and becomes stronger as it bends with each howling wind of life until it becomes a mighty oak able to with stand the most destructive storm life has to offer.