Story Tree Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

My story starts with just a seed
dropped in the soil of birth
then rain and sunshine coax it forth
to open in rich earth

As seasons move along their paths
a tiny sapling peeks
through layers of leaves and fertile mulch
as light and growth it seeks

Time comes when sturdy, textured bark
forms round a trunk now tall
soon reaching to the blue expanse
that towers over all

The branches fill with verdant leaves
each shaped and formed just so
no two alike, each has its own
direction and sure flow

My hope is that my story tree
will spread with grace and love
so dreams and visions can find rest
like gentle mourning doves

Then, if the boughs be tossed by storms
the birds will soar and flee
returning when the winds have died
with greater grace live free

Some tales and chronicles are told
like paths for all to see
my wish is that my story be
much like a growing tree.