A Life-long Stroll

January 13, 2011
On a bright green lane,
starts a story that is not of pain.
On the road I do see,
stands a charming, little tree.
It stands alone on a charming little hill,
one passed by every Jack and Jill.
I leave this tree and continue on my way,
but do come back another day.

Many years later as a fully-grown man,
I walk along this same path again.
I see the tree so full of life,
which takes me away from my life-long strife.
From its branches stand blossoming flowers,
drenched by mysterious summer showers.
I leave the tree again that day,
hoping to see it again, I pray.

I aged and aged until I near the end,
and to see the tree do I depend.
I follow along on that same road,
looking for the tree at its humble abode.
The tree appears, about to die,
everyone has left it and said their goodbyes.
This bright green lane has turned to brown,
as my spirit is breaking down.

I look from above to where the tree stood,
thinking that the tree was gone for good.
Five trees took the previous one’s place,
and green is introduced to the barren space.
I see a child below each of the trees,
dancing, skipping, and whirling with ease.
They leave their trees and walk away,
but do come back another day.





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