Language of Trees

A tree seems strange choosing which form inclined to become.
Could it be possible select infinite places for leaves unfurled.
My arms gnarled twist create cool shadowed darkness below.
Rugged body rough worn offers secure creature niches’.
Ancient old wise things supply endless meaningful thoughts.

Exist on mountains experience wondrous uncertain dreams.
Living beach or on cliff breathing vast open ocean sky and spray.
Choose lone solitary or clamorous noisy grove winds a rustle.
Flowers surreal bear nourishing succulent fruit dead of winter.
After my life’s complete be buried beneath joined to create a tree.
J.Harris

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