perennial

a poem about an old friend.

this is time-- firm 

rooted to the ground 

spreading, reaching 

touching all, covering all. 

this is time-- attacked 

slashed and cut 

seemingly defeated, barely 

a shadow of a shadow. 

this is time-- endless 

still living, forever 

in one, tens, hundreds, 

all shadows of that shadow 

continuing to exist.

Author's Note

This was written in memory of a tree I grew up with. They cut him down; it broke my heart. Still, trees never really die, I don't think.

Reviews

[iamshadowine]

"this is time-- endless
still living, forever
in one, tens, hundreds,
all shadows of that shadow
continuing to exist."
amazingly portrayed what you felt about the tree..... things that you love will always stay in your heart and so will this tree! lovely write! keep writing :D

[Kitty Cat]

I basically grew up with that tree. I imagine that the little trees that sprout from its seeds would very much be like shadows of him, not unlike how we're probably shadows of our ancestors in some way.

Thanks for reading!