I stand her tall and proud <br />bearing my leaves for all to see. <br />I am round, hard and soft. <br />I am the look that befalls their faces <br />as the gaze up at my beauty <br />their faces soften with peace and serenity. <br />I bear ripe fruits from my branches. <br />Apples, pears, oranges, and more. <br />I am a tree, the first of this magnificent earth. <br />The first to bless a humane with air. <br />I am the Tree of Life. <br />My rays of warmth spread far and wide, <br />incasing all in my mother embrace. <br />All has stemmed from me, <br />and all shall perish with me. <br />As I stand here tall and proud, <br />looking at this new world <br />so different from the old. <br />I can’t help but feel remorse <br />for my dying beloved planet. <br />I, the first tree, am starting to regret, <br />giving my first breath to man. <br />For man has done nothing in return for <br />my blessing. <br />Man has cursed my sacred home. <br />Man has spit and stomped his boot on my <br />children, my brothers and sisters. <br />my family slowly rots and decays, <br />dies before they have even reached their middle cycle. <br />Dies before they have even lived. <br />I am the bringer of life, <br />and sometimes I contemplate, <br />Should I take it away?<br /><br />Brooke Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tree-of-life-3/
