The Tree

The old proverb words...

"As the twig is bent, so grows the tree"

 

The Tree

by Jalia Hubbard

It's been spoken

By sound this idea has been awoken

As the twig is bent

so grows the tree

We are flowers

By life-sustaining showers

We tear and rip

We are the children

The saplings that grow

That as we age the more we know

We seek light

We seek strength

In Nature, the sun is bright

In its passion we grow towards might

We are also the trees

Shelter, resource, and life

In Nature, when the sun doesn't shine

The trees bend and entwine

But instead for sake of life

Rather the intent to delight the eyes

Will drives us up from the ground

To the starry place where light is found

Our will knows best

Our instinct knows where

This is not how it is this day

Instead human-kin has its way

Taking some strange shape

Degraded into an demeaning scrape

Not known to Nature

Though forever it is

Along side the truth that occur

The starry place is where we were.