In my yard stands a tree
tall and sturdy
lone like a hermit,
regal like an empress
her roots dug deep
her branches touching the heavens
peeking behind the sky's veil
She is in love with the Wind
sometimes he comes down stealthily
tickling her tender parts
and whispering.....
sweet nothings in her ear
overall she is still
Still......
like waters without ripples
She stands upright
brooding over the saga of struggle
from a sapling to a towering giant
Indeed a tryst with destiny!
Under the summer sky
braving the smarting beams
she remained uncomplaining
Below the thundering clouds
bearing a thousand needle pricks
she stayed nonchalant
When storms swept across
bending her branches in all directions
she stood on firm feet unwavering
She tells a tale of struggle and survival
she had stood there before I was born
Now she displays every scar and every stripe
on her corrugated bark as a proud trophy
Sometimes I feel her pain
when wet and dripping in pouring rain
or scorched in the sun's fiery rage
Yet she holds an umbrella over all
who come to her in sun and rain
For any tree nowadays to reach a grand age despite the elements and folly of humans is truly a commendable achievement. I certainly appreciate the shade and shelter and to drive through tree tunnels and arches is a treat for the soul. Your tree looks healthy and is very lucky to have your admiration.10+
Tree in the yard has always been there providing shelter and shade. Now it takes a new life in your poem to be appreciated by many all over the world. No storm will move what you created. Beautiful poem.
a pretty big 'umbrella' it is! ! ! a fine new poem from my good friend! ! isn't that the tree i climbed just last week? a good view it provided too! to MyPoemList. bri :)
It tells a tale of struggle and survival It had stood there before I was born Now it displays every scar and every stripe on its corrugated bark as a proud trophy It may be a tree but to me it appears a metaphor for senior member of the family, what ever it may be, it's a great poem by Valsa George.
Nature itself, in the form of the humble tree, can indeed be stoic. This is a wonderful poem, Valsa.
I always like to read poems about trees. I like the way you tell of its struggle for survival and endurance through all conditions. I suppose one could see it as an allegory for the life of a person. If you like tree poems, you might enjoy my Walnut Tree and Untimely Ripped.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tree stands in yard is amazing with expression of imagery in this poem and this image braves mind smarting beams. Destiny of life observes life's efficiency through this tree. Life is full of struggle and for survival this is necessary. This message we get from tree. With chilling rain sometimes we feel pain and filtering emotion through umbrella sun rays give glitter of happiness. An interesting and excellent poem is shared...10