Tree Poem by Nina Dringo
Tree
Think of
A tree
First a seed
Then a tiny, helpless baby
Needing to be planted
And watered
And tended
Slowly growing
Still needing protection but
Getting stronger every minute
Finally left
On it's own
The tree grows and grows
Until it brushes the sky
So beautiful
Until one day
Abruptly
A chain saw will whirr
Into the quiet, still forest
And everything will end.
Is it not like the world
In a way?
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4/18/2024 9:40:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It's very thoughtful, true. A little sad, but good.