The Tree
Rooted firmly in the ground,
Anchored by a network of great cables
That fan out
Through soil and rock
Clutching,
Wedging,
Holding.
It’s trunk solid, stout and gnarled,
Solid as column of granite
Resolute,
Strong,
Grand and defiant,
Unbending in the wind,
Stout against the elements;
A pillar of Hercules;
Defiant against the universe,
Thrusting up into the sky.
Its branches radiating
As strong arms
Reaching to the heavens,
Dividing again and again,
Bisecting,
Radiating,
Into a filigree
Of fine twigs,
A delicate latticework,
An umbrella of artwork,
On which the myriad emerald green leaves,
Each one a work of art,
A joy,
Are supported in the air,
Bathing in the sunlight,
Rusting on the breeze.
A noble living giant?
A work of art?
A compendium?
Syncitium?
Mystical – a complex wonder to behold!
A tree.
A leviathan of flora,
A monster of complexity,
Repository of wonder.
A tree.
Opher – 9.8.2021
I find there is something spiritual, divine, magical and resplendent in the majesty of mighty trees.
They transcend.