Restoration Poem by Robert Beksinski

Raw soil that buries a truth

Years of being trampled and stepped on

It hides an immaculate growth

Begging for time and forgiveness

The soil gives birth to a tree

Rooted to the core of the earth

It stands esthetic and pure in the sun

Such beauty and spirit, it stands alone

Separate from this wicked forest

But imprisoned in its hatred and anger

Unbeknownst to what it truly deserves

To be planted among eternities in the Garden of Eden

Instead the tree constantly receives a wind of animosity

Ripping its sacred leaves from their brittle branches

Naked wood exposed and battered

A spring will come

One that defies time

That will restore this hidden life

To something that should be worshipped

And it will blossom in its happiness

Standing potent in the soft spring rain

To live and root in my heart.