Tree Of Life

Outside my window

a tree stands –

tiny green buds,

clinging broken branches,

branches scattered on the ground.

It is thus

also with us –

budding new parts,

lifeless clinging parts,

parts that have fallen away.


This entry was posted in poetry.

One comment on “Tree Of Life

  1. Glenda says:

    And all parts are and we’re a purpose. Lovely image

    Liked by 1 person

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