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