The Birth of a Tree

ditto

There is no lather on the brow,

he sits in his infinity

a morsel of him clings to the branch,

he seeks a never ending landscape

that washes further into the core of the tree

the birth of the tree forevermore.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Ana hello, it can be anything you want it to be, it's all interprative

[Matching Socks]

Wonderful!

I see a desire to 'branch out' but not entirely sure of letting go, 'a morsel of him clings to the branch'
My interpretation...

[Alfred Kukitz]

You are right on Jacob. Thanks for the compliment!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

'he sits in his infinity" what a great line...
we all hope to be strong like a tree...and he clings to his own branch...washing further into his core...
survival, toughness and that never ending landscape of love and peace.