The Tree Poem by Nero CaroZiv

I stood and watched a naked barren tree
with its branches spread wide along the blue sky
They sailed into the cold spring gales with their happy destiny;
A tall tree often hidden from mortal eye of a passer by
Its boughs plump with thicken buds; when the clouds asunder fly
How bright the tree mien; its buds jumped to sprout in mutiny

Far different I am; of such different remote race,
Oh thousands thoughts rushed rich of that tree beauty and grace
With cherished sullenness of pace
Would I ever be in renewal pursue
Like that tree; ingrates who wear a smile less face
A creature like me has only one season the whole year through.

If child memories ever would make
My spirit droop low for drooping sake,
From fancy and fun of gone days conjured in my wake,
Bright blooming tree under spring gales in the meadow break
A counter impulse; a breaking sigh let me take


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