seed of a tree

seed of a tree

you speak of many possibilities

how tall will you grow?

how long before I will stand

under the comforting shade of your boughs?

the fruit you bear will

feed my ravenous soul

your clothed branches will

soothe me with rustlings of remembrance

and my eyes will feast

on ever-changing hues of green, red and yellow

colouring the day with autumnal tones

then in the winter

you will stand alone but strong

entombed in waitfulness

when a sudden warmth

breathes buds opening

and we begin again

The End

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