Wisdom Tree

On a lonely hill I stand in plain view,
Reaching out to the heavens, blue.
The people walk up to talk to me;
For I am known as the Wisdom Tree.

They ask for my guidance in choices they make
Hoping I’d show them which path to take.
I see desperation, despair and concern
In eyes that seek and hearts that yearn.

They look at my crooked shoulders, then
They wonder how I endure the pain when
I stand serenely, old, yet secured
Under heavy load- all their troubles procured.

All I then do is whisper soft
With the wind rustling my leaves aloft.
In response to their questions, my answer the same
Each time and again I redeem my name:

See how I live, I survive and exist
Simply, I sway in the wind then resist,
Drink water from deep subterranean stock,
My roots are settled in solid rock.

5 Responses to Wisdom Tree

  1. Evil Cathy sê:

    Wow, now that is amazing. Did you write it?

  2. Sonkind sê:

    Baie, baie mooi. Ek het eintlik nie woorde nie.

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