Memory Tree

These are the soils to have which granted me life,

nourishment, for my roots to spread, grow,

provide the same back to you,

as it is spoken in the same manner upon your ears, as the wind may blow.

Though you may not hear, so clear,

if you turn upon deafened ear.

These are the skies to which have given me bounty,

sweetly shining upon my soul, for me to reach high,

and to breathe life into you,

the very same breaths to which you speak echoing around me.

The same placement repeated for centuries,

as I stand absorbing each memory, and slowly slip into history.

And I but a symbol, as the pendants worn round your neck,

some changed, replaced, perhaps so very worn, interest lost,

yet some, hold it close upon their chest, in tight conviction,

value in the heart too high, could not set aside at any cost.

And I, I fill with laughter filtering in,

as your memories chase shadows in the sun,

long remembered, lost branches crackling,

found in your hiding place, brothers and sisters having fun.

And I smile, at the loves’ beside me,

beneath the flutters of me and the sky,

the weddings, thrown bouquets, caught in the colorful leaves,

but I cry, I cry, as years go by, and the same smiling eyes now show hurt,

sitting before me, reflecting, and I wonder how, the why.

And I, I am nothing more than a tree,

to breathe in, something held of sweetness left in me, still for you,

to grasp within your heart, as your hands trace the pendant, worn close upon your chest,

as I remember, remember you, still with love in your eyes,

even still, as I am, cast within your memory.

And I, as I stand upon these soils to which have granted me life,

nourishment, for my roots to spread, grow,

sometimes I am forgotten amidst this forest,

but I am not alone, I know,

hear me, as it is spoken, in the same manner upon your ears, as the wind may blow.

Listen closely….

perhaps you may see, feel, hear,

more clear…some happier times, from this history,

if you do not turn upon deafened ear,

from deep within, listen, breathe in, my life, of heartfelt memory.