Look at the Tree
I lay under a shade of splits,
My eyes wander left and right,
Random, yet careful about the path,
Thoughtful, yet careless of the choices.
I see other people stop and sit,
Looking as if they are bright,
But they jumped in a paint bath,
Of copied images and mimic voices.
Just don’t understand the connection,
Between my mind and the world’s thoughts,
So I try to just carve into the trunk,
“Look at the tree, it stands alone.”
It stretch’s near the sun’s rays,
Seen all around the block,
The original being fair,
Being identified as “The one.”
Soon the shade will go away,
No more nesting for or from a flock,
No more rustling leaves are here,
No more will refract the sun.
It has no knowledge of communication,
But it shows what it has brought,
Still showing the carving in the trunk,
“Look at the tree, it stands alone.”
History shall never go away
A scar left in place,
It may have passed its heyday,
But I know that we will never lose its base.
I’ve layed under a shade of splits
Watching the leaves fall left and right,
It is gone as we can see,
But I know that the future will be bright,
It has no knowledge of communication,
But it shows what it has brought,
Still showing the carving in the trunk,
“Look at the tree, it stands alone.”