David Taylor - A Poet's Tree

I sway in the gentle breeze
of Your life giving breath
with supple branches in the wind,
and shade all that come within my scope
from the harshness of a mid day heat
with my leaves which, absorbing your warming light,
store your vitality in me as food.
These leaves which also in their gentle movements
make a restful rustled music
themed to sooth your troubled soul.
And you are fed with my ripened fruits
full of life’s life giving waters
freshly surrendered by my laden bough; to you.
And when I reach my season to be in blossom
with the beauty of my essential nature displayed
in variegated colour and infinite shades of shapes
born of the knowledge in my rooted seed;
poems will fall profusely from my branches
to the hallowed ground below.
Each a wondrous display of petal’d words
which in unique arrangements
carry their deep scent of meaning
arrayed with a symphony of rhythmic dance.
Here lying free upon the ground of minds’ perception,
to be trodden in the mud of mortal thoughts
or taken to the heart as treasures found,
by any that would care to stay a short reflective while,
silent on my shady, shadowed, ground,
and later depart into dusk’s soft and gentle hands,
with a quiet heart filled with scented blossoms;
freely offered and, with freedom, found.

David Taylor

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