ROOTED
Though the wilder winds within
have gentled in the years
and the bitter bile has dried
I still endure.
Though the tender tissues
no longer tingle at the slightest touch
and my rind is bleached bone-white
I am rooted still.
My roots are deep
tight tangled in the mothering earth
and the still rising sap succours and swells
fast flourishing foliage
brave against the world’s weathers.
Though my fierce face is raised
to resist the shocks of storms,
I have learned to bend beside the wind
but I will not break.
Author notes
Trees are hard to live up to, methinks!
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This was a joy to read and the tone was good throughout well done
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Thank you
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White rose wolf
nice poem i enjoyed readint this and i like the message it brings good write
sincerly,
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Diolch yn fawr [thank you very much - Welsh] for reading and commenting. I'm so pleased you took the trouble and enjoyed it.
Mike
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wow ur rooted... not to bring you down but ive seen trees uprooted... so nothing is strong enough to withstand everything.... great write... thanks for sharing.... hugs... good luck
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"nothing is strong enough to withstand everything.." very true but the tree I had in mind [on the coastal dunes of Jersey, Channel Islands, UK] had been blown almost horizontal, had its bark stripped bare by the prevailing winds and yet on the leeward side still flourished .. Thanks for your comment nevertheless. Mike
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