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A poem about Life
Through time a tree expands and grows
Within its rings there’s much to know
When it began to start its climb
How does it know to spread its leaves on-time
It faces east or north or west
It has no needs or has to guess
In winter it’s home to creatures large and small
They bend their leaves when the rain falls
They give off air so we humans can breathe
They do so through their shapely green leavesSo many secrets are held deep within
We always question when did they begin
The mighty oaks are hundreds of years old
I wish I knew the stories inside they hold
When were they planted when did they begin their climb
If they could think would it be in rhyme
What will nature create for these giant wonders
Who watch from above as we all blunder
Or will they with one blow from a loggers’ knife
Be tumbled down and end their life.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #318)
