The tree
Father
3-4-2008
The seedling found solid earth
on fertile soil rampant.
The shoots swaying in the wind
and leaves frivolous rustling.
Strong roots grab around
resistant to storm and thunder
The mighty tree of life in its glory
As the years swiftly passing by
and autumn leaves has fallen down
every winter seems to get harder
to reach its branches to the spring
As the last windswept blossom
spreads in a withered pink dress
there is a grateful rememberance
of a tree dying on solid ground
3-4-2011
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Reacties op dit gedicht
| Quicksilver: | Dinsdag, april 05, 2011 15:58 |
| Verstild en ontroerend schrijven sterkte gewenst lief mens dicky |
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| windwhisper: | Dinsdag, april 05, 2011 10:39 |
| ja heel veel sterkte Jappie lieve groet Cobie |
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| switi lobi: | Dinsdag, april 05, 2011 00:14 |
| Sterkte Jappie. Dikke kus, switi |
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