Roots

A seed that had no chance fought against all odds and grew

Now an oak, harboring in its expanse rainbowed feathers that flew

Then came a man that cut the tree, from which planks were torn

Hewn and nailed into place by he, a house from its wood was born

He that felled it, sheltered by its flesh, birthed children that played and grew

And when tall and didn't mesh, some seeds stayed while others the wind blew

And when the west wind did blow, out of the oak's wood they fashioned a box 

Planting him where the seed did grow, covering it with rocks

From time to time through stones sprouts a memory, seen different in each eye

Some see a weed ,some a tree, from beneath time's leaves, where dead roots lie 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I don't know if this is an example of karma or the chickens coming home to roost, but it sounds as though in the end, nature prevailed. Man's efforts were erased, reduced to dead roots.

[Soren]

Thank you John for that interpretation in your words much of what was intended. I am most appreciative

[emmajoygreen]

Whatever can grow can bring beauty - or distaste. To ensure, best one can, that beauty wins the day.. it has to be tended with love, care and patience. Tis the same with the people around you, treat them as you would hope they treated you.. and your life will bloom accordingly. Preparation is the opening scene, give what is essential plus love and -as surely, what endures will be forever as forever allows? I love trees and yes, will stroke and hug one that says..'come closer'. Imagine that moving world under each bark.. lean against it, listen to it.. and know that a tree is alive as life can be. The sadness is when a tree needs to be cut down or - as happen, is cut down by villains as happened recently in the UK.. A seed, a tree's child.. is the start of life, of a wood, of a forest, of a new society. Give it scope and the right conditions the meaning and content of your words will last for longer than inanimate nothing. Fine thoughts, beautiful thoughts: a fine and toughtfully laid post, my friend. In fact, tis beautiful.

'And when the west wind did blow, out of the oak's wood they fashioned a box
Planting him where the seed did grow, covering it with rocks

From time to time through stones sprouts a memory, seen different in each eye
Some see a weed ,some a tree, from beneath time's leaves, where dead roots lie '

A reader could adventure these words and see more and more.. and more. Many thank yous.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Emmajoy for your read and kind and perceptive words of interpretation they are most appreciated

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderfully expressed Soren. From a seed, all that opportunity for growth and usefulness. A rock is just a rock, but a tree lives and breathes, and old bones are memories of the past and then history. Like where I travelled with your fine words. Have a great weekend.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris for your read and kind words of encouragement and support they are most important to me.