Trees ...

Trees ...

A Poem by stranger-n-life

Trees tried so long to save mankind from ourselves ... they make the very oxygen of life ... but say little , so men mostly don't stop and listen to the wisdom the wind whispers in their branches ...


As if with words
your symbols true
they tell a tale,
known to a few...

to me they 'speak'
of the stalwart mind
in face of folly,

and who be sad?
as stand and die
in multitude
astride the lie?

before the flood
for love of life,
for sake of man...
before we die?

How can the people
still not see,
does it not say
our misery?

we , blinded by the light ,
not chance,
A message bids us
join the dance-

to know what is not,
now, to love
Pied Piper
sets the tune,
no dove...

and few resist
but poor and lame
alone desist
afore the flame...

The trees remain
and bid that love
can never die
as is above.

© 2010 stranger-n-life

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Added on April 17, 2010
Last Updated on April 17, 2010



London, Wildlands, United Kingdom

A poet , looking inside and out for relations to the spirit of love that is so far 'above' this world ... truth of heart that tears apart the lies which many folks, for now, live by ... from which .. more..