"The Tree's Wisdom," A Poetry Post

Stretch out a little since the
sky and its air are so
wide.

Grab you some sunshine.

When your contemporaries crowd you and
reach their hands into your
sunlight,
reach higher.

Challenge your stature.

When you are whipped back and forth by
the elements of life,
bend left, right or down.

When it gets real heavy,
get down on the ground.

And if you break,
hold on.

With your roots in tact,
your broken places will live,
and your shards will reknit.

Serve your community.
Let the weary find rest in your arms.
Let the hungry find food in your hands.
Let the frightened find refuge in your habitation.

Be sure to
adjust to life's seasons.

When men come in to take your bounty,
cutting away at your foundation,
remember your creator and his handiwork.

It will take more than a man's mere intentions
to cut you down.

Produce fruits worthy of your beauty and
in accordance with your purpose.

Offer the world your roughness and your sap,
your stability and your flexibility.

Be terrifying and enlightening.

Enjoy the strength and legacy that
come with age.

And definitely,
be found doing what
you were made to do.

When you are gone,
the air won't be the same
without you.

-T. D. James-Moss