The Bird And The Tree Poem by Mike Barrett

There was
A bird
That sat
Within
The twigs
Of an old
Old oak.

There
The bird
Sat
And watched
And sat
And thought
And then
At last
It asked
The oak,

' Tree, you're very old
You're very wise
You've seen many a thing
I'll never see -
Can you tell me
Why I am?
Or why you are?
I've flown about
For many a year
And many a thing
I've seen
But I've not yet
Found that answer -
Can you not help me? '

The tree said nothing
But simply stood there
In a loud, loud silence.

A sacred breeze
Rustled through its leaves.

Minutes later
The bird, disappointed,
Not noticing
That anything
Had happened
Hopped from
Its resting place
Into the air -
Once again
To chase after
That which cannot
Be chased
But only
Realized!


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