The Tree Of Days Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The tree of days
One after one
As in a rosary lies
And grows

In growth no check
At night the dews
Will bless and fall
And add to magic thrall

Ah! life! Ah! life!
That as the grains of sand
Passes through fingers
And all we leave
And children verse and land.

Let land go
Children and verse
Remain:
Let them not compete
But be the twain.

And day after day
The tree of days
With life grows
On its way.

The nights destroy it not
But make nightingales
Assuage her soul
And owls their wisdom
Pour.

The day bear on it
Poor tree! It waits and
Yearns for night and sighs
Till the first curtain of dark and
White stars lights.

The Inner Soul of us
Are one
Just one with
The tree of days:
And with joy
On rare occasions
And so often sorrow
Through all the day
Wishing a newer morrow
That in turn to the same
Or worse turns history

For
The tree of days
One after one
As in a rosary lies
And grows