Tree Poem by Sarah Sisson

Prelude
The tree of life grew all through night while waxing waning moons glimmered there

If mornings fight was my birthright I would take my knife and carve it there

Tree of life you comfort me from hot rays. Whisper winter songs near my ear

Verse
I can climb away from all the ragging complications

Time feels fast then slow when things do grow. Oh horrifying. I'm trembling neath this tree

These mentioned thoughts in summers heat. The culprit lies in low stages

Water never held the power over branches. Until the weight of the snow. Weight of the snow

Bridge

And your canopy the whistling songstress makes a harmony of sorrow. Of sorrow
Winter is most harsh yet that is when my growth does spurt and hearts get broken. Broken


Bridge 2

When the shelters scarce I cry myself oh every day there's something new blooming. Blooming

And through fall when light gets colder so the ground encompasses grayer daylight. Daylight