Sometimes I like to sit
by an old old tree
and ask it what it knows
and if it knows me
Does it know my name
Has it seen me here around
Am I a whisper in its leaves
Before they fall onto the ground
Am I found among its rings
Am I carved along its side
Did I there make my marks
Or is this all too much pride
Does it see everything
Does it record all the pain
does it protect me always
when life brings the rain
Do its leaves tell the wind
all the secrets that I hold
can I hear that conversation
or am I being too bold
Do I owe it anything
for the shade that it gives
or am I deeply in its debt
for the length that I ‘ll live
Does it see my future
did it witness my past
does it know all my secrets
will this day be my last
Sometimes I like to sit
by an old old tree
and ask it what it knows
and if it knows me.
I did not expect a poem. ❤️
Trees are amazing. I’ve always wanted to stay in a tree house in one of those super huge sequoia trees in California. Trees really have a way of putting things into perspective and make you wonder.
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Wow!! I love this! I didn’t know you wrote poems.
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Reblogged this on The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol and commented:
Reblogging this poem because I can.
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I love this poem
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Beautiful! Inspirational!
I needed this, thanks.
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