The Quadrangle Tree

When I met you I did not know you,

what you were, what you would be like.

All I knew was in Spring you bloomed

and in Summer, blossomed,

your highest points illuminated in the sun,

shadows cast where they cannot reach you.

Over the years, your now sturdy legs have wobbled,

yet sometimes immovable, thick and stubborn.

Luckily, you continue to grow upwards

and outwards – stretching your hands to the sky

and the people around you.

They say age is counted in rings but

I’d say you’re doing pretty well

with little to show for the twenty three years

your roots have been burying into the earth.

Your roots are firm, whilst they question their place

in and on this earth.

And although the scars they wear flinch in the sunlight,

your full bough and pink bursts of life above,

overshadow the darkness at your feet.




Day 7 – Take a walk until you find a tree you identify with, then write a poem using the tree as a metaphor for yourself or your life.

Day 6 – A Prince


For the challenge, click here.

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