The Beautiful Treasured Tree
By Abbey P
I notice a tree, near to me. I approach,
I notice the swinging leaves glisten like sequins, cascading waterfalls of jade
The branches draping like curtains.
Warping and twisting forming a mosaic of shadows at my feet.
I can hear the gentle hiss of the wind outside, but do not feel its chill within the protection of the mighty tree
At the base, the bold branches behind me
Making a space
Looking at its bark I notice the wounds of great knowledge, the cracks and scars that came with wisdom.
The sun streams in, making a provisional pattern on the ground in front of me.
This tree speaks to me, sharing its wisdom, its experiences, its dreams.
It talks of the great drought and the violent acts of 1896
It shares how it grew
And what it drew from those tough days.
The calm and serene voice whispers
The leaves over there are much crisper
They always are, on the other side of the Derwent River
This tree is special and kind, it does know, how life goes
The tree, tells me
It’s life.