Tree Of A Kind - Poem by Alex Stoner
With jealously, the humble tree
Plays perfect host, its feathered boast.
Branches weaved and high and leaved
Grant the guest a home to best.
A voice which sings with other wings
And plumage close, seduce the host.
Who in delusion, feels a fusion,
Of the minds, between two kinds
In lust the tree, so carelessly
Will learn in time, the forest rhyme
Of pleasure blind in peace of mind,
Of that concealed which time reveals.
Of awful proofs, of simple truths
Like those amidst the leaves and twigs,
Late Winter’s veil, o’er Spring’s betrayal
Of but supporting others’ courting.
So hope is birthed, returns to earth
And takes in kind, peace of mind.
The sun and seas to us bequeath
Their lightest touch, to fade and rust.
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