the tree

the seed surrounded by dirt and life
the need confounded by sureness of strife
yet it grows through the pain and the thought of the rain
and realization just surface is covered by stains
the branches are built and the strong tree grows
surrounded by blossoms and the dream of a rose
the lessons confessed in blessed intention
can awaken the beat of what a soul only knows
the tree breathes in life and gives it right back
unconditional love and trust, not the past
but even the strong can weaken
when the blossoms are sinkin and laid to rest
the branches are a perfect empty attest
nothing will compare to the soul with no end
and all the tree can think is how beautiful those petals were
but he will never see them again



Poetry by matt
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Written on 2011-08-26 at 11:07

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Love the internal rhymes and other traditional techniques in this poem.
2011-08-27