Trees of Old

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Trees of Old

Poem by: Kody Moore

Genre: Poetry

Houses:

Poem by: Kody Moore

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Genre: Poetry

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Summary

A sweet poem that mystifies the world between trees and humans, with a touching underlying message. Hope you enjoy ! See other works by Kody Moore on booksie.com

Summary

A sweet poem that mystifies the world between trees and humans, with a touching underlying message. Hope you enjoy ! See other works by Kody Moore on booksie.com

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Submitted: February 26, 2013

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Submitted: February 26, 2013

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Walking in the midnight's day,

I find myself lost in gaze.

Looking at the trees so bold,

Shadowed branches oh so old.

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Withered and broken art thou so,

No longer do thy new leafs grow,

Neither do thy robins play,

Holding by thy winds they sway.

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Lost are the days of strength and grace.

Untouched by wrinkles on thy face,

How they wish to bear again,

Before thy veins damped; now drained.

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Fragile old but wisdom souls,

Seen days of pain and days of whole,

Watched nights turn into thy days,

Storms a blow but they remain.

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Have sung in morning's merciful water,

Have danced in heats wrathful slaughter,

Witnessed branch-lings take control,

Provided life and helped to mold.

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Thy roots entangled in thy ground,

Thy Knowledge giving is profound,

Standing tall against it all.

Growing weak, they still not fall.

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Their olden branches, do turn gray,

Only a beacon: "come, listen," they say.


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