in my modesty <br />I know glory, <br />only by its lack <br /> <br />I understand my <br />universe and everything within it <br />as only a ripple <br />destined to fade as I close my eyes <br /> <br /> <br />I heard the tree <br />that fell a hundred years ago <br /> <br />My hand feels life in the coarse bark <br />now covered in moss <br /> <br />though it fell <br />in a juxtaposition to all it knew as life <br />I know it for what it really is <br /> <br /> I heard the fall…a mighty crack <br />and felt the ground tremble, <br />even if only as a passer by the next day <br /> <br />and I see its children now stand in silence, <br />never betraying their post <br />...looking down, paying homage <br />in a touching portrayal of duplicity <br /> <br />and beautiful truth of the everlasting<br /><br />Cee Bea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everlasting-23/
