The Tree

The sapling grows,

Through the dust and dirt,

Into a majestic tree,

An intricate system

Of weaving branches,

Twigs and leaves.

 

Every tree is unique;

Just like every human

Is different.

 

A storm comes by,

The tree stands strong�"

Determined to brave the gale

And all other things

That try to break its sway.

The tree stands strong�"

Through night and day,

Looking up at the sun,

Reaching the sky,

Never bending on its way.

 

We humans are different.

When a storm comes our way,

We run to seek shelter.

We run away and hide,

Afraid to fall ill or die.

 

A wood-cutter comes by,

The tree stands strong�"

Determined to brave his axe

And all the pain endured.

Chop, chop, chop,

Its branches fall.

Yet still, the tree stands tall,

Straight and strong;

Looking up at the sun,

Reaching the sky,

Never giving up,

No matter who passes by.

 

We humans are different.

When someone hurts us,

We run and seek shelter.

We run away and hide and cry,

Hoping that the tears

Will make it all right.

 

The tree eventually has to fall,

Brace the ground from which it grew.

But it falls knowing that it tried,

To reach its sun and the infinite sky.

We humans too,

Eventually fall;

Brace the earth on which we walked.

But we fall with regrets in our hearts,

Wishing we had more time

To reach our stars.

Reviews

[nefalnumair]

This poem is so beautiful.I literally loved reading it. Love the detail and the message you've conveyed so beautifully and explicitly. This was an eye-opener.
"But we fall with regrets in our hearts,
Wishing we had more time
To reach our stars." Great work! Adding it to my library, would like to read it again. :)

[Wulfwaru]

Death is so natural to fear for us human since we understand that it will come eventually while the sentient, silent beings in the forest welcome it since they are made of sturdier stuff than us.

I love the comparison of dreadful emotions between man and tree. I particularly like the life cycle that is shown from a sapling to a giant among man.

The last line," To reach our stars." It speaks to me in a way that gives the whole poem another meaning, like broken dreams and empty hopes.

This was perfect, different themes and emotions wrapped up all in one.