TO BE A TREE
To be a Tree
and spread my many toes
luxuriously through the sand & loam.
To drink sweet water from the ground,
grow fat..
and round.
To take my time
and swell with Life in the Summer sun,
wear like a shimmering veil my halo of bees.
Shake my verdant mane of leaves
in Springs' cool breeze
while horses run or rest
in the shade below.
To be a Tree
and cradle nests,
cup tiny birdlings in my hands,
provide their parents perches & protection
there on my strong limbs.
Lay leaves upon the ground in Autumn,
a blanket for the chill Earth.
Sway and dance
when come the Winter winds,
whirling with the others of my kind
we bend & toss
like Dancers on a Grecian Vase
and Dream through long
and Moonless nights,
a brooding presence..
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The Reverend Hellfire is a practised Performance Poet
and an Ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanism
and a bunch of other stuff we don't have time to get into at the moment.
But it's all good and strictly legit.
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