Centuries of storms,
Gnarled and withered with age,
The old tree lives on
One last flowering
One last branch of greenest leaves
One last ripened fruit
A small seed is sown ~
Warmth, light, moisture, nourishment,
The tree will soon grow
Towards the sunlight
Eager, branching, living hope
A home and haven.
The forest sighs, pleased
One more tree to sing its song
Of life, of hope, joy.
YOU ARE READING
Hope
PoetryTo me, there is little more fundamentally important than helping the Earth heal and to stop the destruction.
