Rooted – a poem (Brave Every Day)

treeA stalwart tree does not move
It cannot flit about
driven by mood or manner
It remains
Deeply rooted
in streams of grace
Its leaves ever turned upward

It cannot escape the elements
It doesn’t even try

The wind
The storm
The heat
The winter
The dropping of leaves
The birthing of new

It remains

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Loveliest of Trees – a poem

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom among the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.


And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow

(A.E. Housman)

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