Tree

  Silently rooted,

  in darkness towers
  this majestically-old

  insomniac's vision.

  History-etched bark;

  its old trunk

  yet bolstering

  youthful leaves,
  rustling to rhythms

  of a midnight's breeze.

  With ancient base

  still replenishing its canopy,

  sprawling branches

  framed by night,
  visions of life

  outlasting …

  my own.

Author's Note

An updated version, thanks to Richard for his kind help and guidance!

Reviews

[Cherry Pepperweb]

To be a tree, the things we'd see.
The story each ring would tell.
If you read the rings you'd see some history there.
Resilience, living through flood and famine...

[~]

I liked your last stanza particularly. It gives the poem a rooted theme.

[marcus]

thanks....

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Comparing a tree with life. Nice work.

[Shae]

The beauty of a tree :-) Nice work Marcus!

[marcus]

thank you!

[Jake Kokoris]

You made the into some type of consolation for the fragility of life. Very interesting and the spacing added a feel of some type of elongated vision. Great job

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when we are long gone there are others, stronger than we who will carry on, the most ancient can be the most wise, and have the strongest roots.

[....................]

ancient, unwavering watching over the birth, life and death of many...a great description of the tree..