The Tree Poem by Andrew Cox

The Tree stands tall, it can weather it all,
Even when it’s stripped naked it never takes the fall,
Never perishin’ the dreams of new life it’s cherishin’,
Knowing the day will come when it can bear its fruits refreshed again,
It’s truth, not days, that eternity is measured in,
The days are slowly lessenin’, the true knowledge is beckonin’,
And when it rests with him, won’t be no questionin’,
Won’t have to guess again, never will he ever forget again,
No fear in his heart, aint nothing threatenin’,
He knows his love and he lives it every day ahead of Spring,
And no need to forage, no distance between the forest,
When you take it to the root of the Tree of Knowledge.