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[aid] => Mick
[title] => The Tree
[time] => 2003-07-25 15:05:00
[hometext] => As all in their inner being would like to solve the ever lasting question of why, this peom is a small atempt to understanding the answer.
[bodytext] => Tree Will you speak to me? You have a knowledge I see, For how long you will exist No one will know, But something made you So that you may grow, Yet in the wintertime you lose your leaves And in the spring they return even more beautifully, You do exactly what you’re created for Tell me how I may do the same, Make the same score.. /// So I sit my rump Next to its stump Ready for its speech Or some explanation for me, And I wait, And I wait, I have to leave, And come back the next day, And I wait, And I wait, This last for weeks, Then finally the tree speaks to me.. /// Little one So it says, You want to know the things of the unsaid, Why do you wait at my stump? Do you really think I shall give the answer you want? You are a piece of mankind You are but a young bud, A little runt.. /// Oh thank the goodness that is, You can answer the question that I’m tangled with For I walk about And within the depths of me There is something amiss And I don’t know what it could be, Would you tell me, Old great tree?.. /// Young one, The tree did speak, Are you sure you want me to speak this great truth you ask of me? It looks as if that’s a yes I see, Well there was a great man whom said you must be born again It’s what you have to do to live fully true, Here is how I did it, I’ll explain it to you, you’ll see, I came from another, And fell upon this ground Made my way with the rain into where I’m found, I was doing great, At least as far as I did think, But I merely was a nut Crazy you see, Then I lost myself And split wide open And what do you know I started growing Into what it is That you see this day But if I didn’t loose myself I’d still be a nut, Not knowing it, Useless But for the creatures to eat me away, So I have revealed the answer to your question, Did I make it clear to you? Are you still in a guessing?.. /// No old wise tree I do believe I see Until I let go and loose myself I’ll remain a nut Crazy, And when I finally let me go Is when I actually start to grow, Be reborn if you will, As the wisest of man said, He was the follower of the only one who needed not to be lead.. There is only one thing that remains to be said, Am I in the fresh ground? Or am I found on a stone? For if I loose myself If I’m not on fresh ground I’ll only become comatose.. The tree with a loud laugh I must say Said this that day, Now what would it matter If you became that way You wouldn’t know it if it were to happen any way, The best thing to do Is to do as you have been requested For obviously it is of you Just think about it, Think about whom you’re talking to, You’re a nut Just waiting to split Because You’re talking to me What you call The tree… All Rights ® Ryan Brady O’Reilly © 01/14/2002 [comments] => 0 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Rbo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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