©Barbara Zigenmeyer |
The BIG TREE
I have gathered sun & rain to grow green leaves
Swaying softly in spring, rustling like applause in fall.
My limbs have shaded generations;
My roots have reached for centuries;
My children & their children’s children surround me,
Here in this peaceful part of my land.
Golden sunlight diamonds have glinted on the ground around me
Cold fingers of ice have touched my heartwood.
Dust-dry days of sandstorms have scoured my skin
Torrents of rain, driven by gales have rushed at me,
And I have swayed, but stayed unbroken.
Silver moonlight has kept me company many a night.
Yet through all the seasons, sorrows, bitterness and beauty
All of the history I have withstood and witnessed,
There has been one thing I could not do.
I could not grow green dollars, or silver or gold.
Will you help me, standing here before me?
Then we may both grow old, together,
As old friends should.
One of flesh, one of wood.
By Mary Hoeksf
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