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The Law Of Nature

the tree is not here to please
us, that will be too much to require it
it is already too pleasing
with its shade and fruits and wood
we are trying to make it understand
it cannot, with
or without us the tree simply unloads
what it cannot keep forever
it is the law of nature embedded
in its barks
and pith
to simply give and not us why
to be all self-giving without asking anything
in return

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hill slope

Down on the hill slope a tree was there with flowers on it,
Season came and season goes,
it remain there with shade and fruits to give,

Small wood pecker or big owl,
all were there as it was there home to live,
One day a wood cutter found it useful to him,
he thought it to cut and takes its wood to sell in city,

birds and squirrel on tree helplessly saw the tree,
they tried to make noise,
but it didn't affected the woodcutter in the need

he cut down the tree to take the wood,
the tree on hiill slope became log of wood,
weak protest of bird and animals,
on it was not enough,
to save the tree.

tree full of life became silent as saying what was my fault,
is it only there right to live,
but yes its true only humans here,
are powerfull and can do anything to live and win,

hill slope became barren and dry like desert
poor tree however it was home for many
didn't found the place on to live on earth.

the reason it don't understand
why it is weak and meek.not able to
survive and get its right to stay alive to give shade and life to others.

poem by Hemu Gupta
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Sonnet: the Drumstick Tree

The drumstick-tree I thought was dead and gone
Is fully clothed by green leaves and flowers;
The bees are active and some fruits are born;
The tree awaits August’s Monsoon showers.

I see the tree growing so fast each morn;
My eyes perceive not the blossoming act;
How well does Nature heal its parts much torn;
Human beings are blind with eyes- the fact.

So, numerous small birds visit the tree,
To eat the flowers that gets dropped nearby;
The tree makes the backyard look so lovely;
Some Millipedes remain and will not die!

The tree looks resurrected, simply great!
God gave a new lease and a newer date.

7-31-2000

poem by John Celes
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When I was only three I planted a tree

When I was three I planted a tree. This was my tree and together we would always be. I gave it love and it to me, and so we were happy, me and my tree.
Then one day they came to see me and my tree. Men with no faces, and they said to me, you must go, and leave this tree.
Buy why I ask. For we've done no harm. Me and my tree, please let us be.
So they left us alone, me and my tree, but only for a while but I could not see.
Then one day they came and took me away. My tree was needed to save the day. Goods it will make it makes perfect sense. So we will take this tree, for wood we need. And so it was done, they took my tree.
And now I look around, my tree I no longer see. Taken from, this tree I planted when I was three.

poem by Brad Milner
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The Pursuit Of Happiness

the irony of this pursuit is this:
the more you pursue it
the more it escapes
away from your grasp

you think your hands
finally catch
happiness, and you
hold on to it
tightly like you
are a bird with claws

like an eagle holding
on to the monkey
then blood drifts
on the holy mountains

the paradox lies
not in the taking of happiness
but in giving it away

and then the magic happens
the mountains dance
the caves open
and the rivers sing

it is clear, when you take it
you simply release it

then you are happy
and the pursuit is nothing
but
in simply the giving
the patience of waiting

like a tree whose fruits
are ripe where children
climb
gather the fruits
and chew and swallow
every sweetness of
the pulp,
the fiber
juice sliding smoothly
inside innocent their throats

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm Just An Ordinary Tree

My existence
start from a little piece of seed...

First, I was bury on the ground...
Then, I showed my two cute leaves up in to world...

But it didn't end just like that...
I grow... more and more...

With love, hope and care,
I became a tree...

Tree with many leaves,
if you need some shady circumstance...

Tree with a strong wood,
if you need me to make a good wardrobe...

Tree with a tight root,
if you want to make a solid foundation...

Tree with a sincerely pray,
if you need a support...

Tree with an everlasting presence,
if you need a friend beside you forever...

Tree with a dry branch,
if you want to share your tears...

Tree with a pure dew,
if you feel thirsty...

Tree with a warm wind,
if you get cold and alone...

Tree with a full color's flowers,
if you feel your life so black and white...

Tree with many hopes,
if you lost your dreams away...

But... after all,
I'm just an ordinary Tree...

By: Tree
22 May 2007,7: 02 PM

poem by tree Ryd
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Raise Your Head Fearlessly Above Shade!

Look at the Nature around,
whether trees and plants know or not,
Their roots surly know,
water that quench their thirst,
where they can find minerals for growth,
Are in this soil and in the Nature!

Animals live in nature's garden,
birds and butterfly,
Know where they can be happy!

O man, know for sure
tender plants with tender roots,
Need shade and care,
no tree can grow under shade of another tree,
Come out of shades and shadows,
Once roots become firm,
once you absorb essence wanted,
Raise your head fearlessly above shades,
Breath the fresh air Rain and sunshine,
feel the heat and cold to become free,
The potential is there in you,
Open the packet of reasoning and wisdom,
Never bury it,
What Almighty had embedded in your heart!

The fountain of infinite bliss is within you,
Never thereafter you feel thirsty,
More you can share the fruits,
With that sweet knowledge,
Whoever thirsty can sip it till his own roots grow,
You are done,
you have done!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Tree

O, Tree
Give me
Some of
Your beauty.

I'm not as
Beautiful
As thee.

O, Tree
Give me
Some of
Your
Endurance.

I'm not as
Resilient
As thee.

O, Tree
Give me
Some of
Your
Silence.

There's
Not much
Calmness
In me.

O, Tree
Give me
Some of your
Divinity.

I'm not as
Godly as thee.

O, Tree
You are a
Treasure trove
Of wealth
With your
Flowers,
Fruits,
Leaves,
And holy
Spirits.

I'm a beggar
Before you.

Won't you
Give alms
To me?

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Phenomenology Of Giving

when you give you give because your heart likes it
your abundance flows from a container filled with so much
you give because having so much is also painful

the tree with many fruits too ripe for the season
gives them all away to the ground
the passers-by shall pick them
and have their thirst and hunger satisfied
the tree gives because there is no more reason for holding
the stalk gives up the weight that it is carrying
the tree has to shed leaves for another cycle
when the picker comes, the tree does not ask who is it
or for the reason why, whether it deserves it
it merely lets go every fruit
lest it be its own burden
for in truth giving away is also a form of relief
a cure of our maladies for greed,
a way of unloading our guilt
a way of erasing our avarice,
the final end to our disgrace.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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from A Fallen Tree All Make Kindling' (dutch Proverb)

Whenever I sit under a tree I’m in my grandpas arms

My grandpa was like a tree with his strong and silent charm

He would shelter the world under his shade

And in the harshest storm he just merely swayed

He was like a tree but not the ones with big flowers

For his beauty was endurance it lasted more than mere hours

My grandpa was a tree the kind with big leaves

The kind that when cut down the whole forest grieves

He was like a tree big and gentle

He sat there and listened kind and parental

And though he was the tallest tree all around

He never looked down on the ones on the ground

My grandpa was a tree his love ran deep like roots

So even when cut down we still have loves fruits

poem by Lara wolf
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When My Dreams Say, ' We Are No More There

When my dreams say, ' We are no more there'
I shall sail unto an island far off.
There I shall have the sapling of a dream tree planted
And it will grow.

When my dream tree begins to bloom
I will never pluck its flowers ever,
So will when its fruits begin to ripe
I remain hungry and thirsty there.

I shall lie in the shade of the tree
Without ever dreaming to have a dream for me.
Then I shall climb its branches and see for myself
The vast expanse of water green or blue.

I shall hoot from the top of it like an own
Blind often or blinded by the dreams of the past.
I shall shout unto the skies blue
About having dreams aplenty and not still having them.

When I once return to the home in the mainland,
I shall carry one hundred fruits from the dream tree,
I shall give them to men and women I like most
And nay, I will never give them to children ever.

I shall play hide and seek with children
And shall tell about the need for climbing the dream trees
Which will grow and touch the sky once
Even as they might still be dreaming a lot.

But I am afraid, friends,
Even as my dreams have begun to fade out
My island withers out further
And I am left with a rudderless boat
To sail unto that green paradise of my Utopia!

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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The boy and the apple tree

Once there was a boy who used to play under an apple tree
He played so happily that it was a joy to see
As he grew old, he got bore of playing alone
Toys and gadgets he desired to be his own

So, under the apple tree the boy muttered
‘Tree can you give me toys I now desire? ’
‘Toys I don’t have, my boy, ’ the tree replied
‘But my fruits you can sell to get your toys.’

So the boy took the fruits and went away
The tree waited for his return day after day
Many years had passed and the boy got older
He married a girl to be his wife and lover

The adult boy now needing a new house for his family
Went to the tree and asked for its advice earnestly
The tree glad to see him once again said
‘My branches will be sufficient to make your nest.’

To these words the adult boy listened
And took all the branches away with him
With these he constructed a house for his family
Where he lived for several years happily

One day, the boy now a fully mature adult thought
‘It will be wise to travel around and sail the sea across’
So, he went to the now old apple tree and asked
‘Tree, can you tell me, a boat, where I can get? ’

The tree which was happy to see him again sighed and said
‘Though I am old, my stem you may take if you want’
On hearing this, the guy cut the tree down
And made a large boat, which was fine and strong

Many years had passed and the guy now became an old man
Tired from his adventures across the sea and land
He went and saw the apple tree once again
Which was now but a stump nobody would want

The old stump on seeing the old man cried
‘My old boy what can I do for you this time’
The old man on hearing this softly replied
‘I just want to lean against you till the end of my life.’

poem by Henry Chen
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COOL full TREE's

Tree's
Are
Ntaure' fan...'s...!
Fun of
Tree's...
To
The earth...!
To
Sun fire
Hot...
Catching
Green full
Umberlaw's...
The tree's...
Simply
Earth
Evean joy
Tree's...
Air counition

Of tree's
Shadow..
Hut
The sun fre
Cool full...
Collor full...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Big Tree

Big tree
Standing tall
Against setting sun
Majestic silhouette
Geometer's delight
Deep rooted trunk
Branches reaching the sky
Tree depicts life...

Every leaf
Shape so unique
Defining tree family...
Magical colors applied
By Creator's bold strokes
With the brush of seasons
Amazing panorama spreads out
Everywhere and all around.

Flowers spring out
Beauty and fragrance
Magical transformation
Into fruits
Nature transports seeds
To far off lands
It's a new cycle
Trees..forest...life.

Big tree
Stands still
Stands waving
I keep watching
Its far reaching ways
Tree gives us life
Tree gives us shade
To rest and contemplate.

poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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What is it about genus arboretum that socks us in the figurative solar plexus We see a logging truck go cruising down the road, stacked with a bunch of those fresh-cut giants, we feel like we lost a brother. Next thing you know, we're in The Brick, we're flopping money down on the bar. Wood. We're under a roof. Wood. We're walking the floors. Wood. Grabbing a pool cue. That's wood. Our friends in the forest carry a set of luggage from the mythical baggage carousel. Tree of life, tree of knowledge, family tree, Buddha's Bodhi tree. Page one of life, in the beginning. Genesis 322. Adam and Eve. They're kicking back in the garden of Eden and boom, they get an eviction notice. Why is that Lest they should also take of the tree of life, eat and live forever. A definitive Yahweh no-no. Be good to yourself, go out and plant a wet one on a tree.

quote by Diane Frolov
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Existential Hopscotch

I see
I see You
You see,
see Me, too

We see,
You and Me
And agree
We see a tree

If You see
what I see
then what I see
is just for Me

I do not see
how You could be
if consistently
We both agree

It must be
successively
You personify
a part of me

If You see
differently,
but still agree
there is a tree

Accordingly,
explain to me
what exactly
that You see

Describe for me
painstakingly
complexities
of the tree

If I believe
and fathom thee,
it is simply
still a tree

Henceforth see,
You're still Me,
just going about it
differently

If You truly
see no tree
could You be,
perhaps, free?

You could see,
or not, maybe,
or think, really,
of how You aren't Me

But whether You be
a contingency
outside of Me,
a mystery

If I see,
and know I'm Me,
then one reality
there must be

Inevitably
and curiously
defined within
intimacy

poem by Jupiter Salt
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Reservation For One

This is my tree, my tree, my tree,
My one lone tree, pear tree,
It grows, overflows, it grows it’s fruit,
Alone, only for me.

If I could go to a far-away place,
With just me and my tree, pear tree,
I’d pack my bags, my bags I’d pack,
I’d pick up my bags and flee.

There’s nothing at all, no nothing,
At all, that films me more with glee,
Than those globes, those globes,
Of precious fruit in my tree, pear tree.

I sit beneath, beneath I sit,
Its laden canopy, I polish it’s leafs then,
Set a table of fruits,
Of wine, and bread and brie.

This tree, my tree, could feed the world,
Find me a wife and camaraderie,
It’s powers, it’s powers are vast but I
Can’t pass on its secret sadly.

I’d tell the world, the world I’d tell,
If they weren’t all so hungry, you see.
But my fruit, my fruits, my laboured.
Fruits, I grew only for me, for me,
No none are as hungry as me.

poem by Suzanne Louise Bishop
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Knowing Of A Tree

It is a good thing indeed
When someone plants a seed
And to watch and help it grow
So someday, it to be a tree.
It is a good thing in truth
When a tree brings forth its fruit
Or to shade someone's head
Or its branch be a robins nest.
It is good when a tree is used
By nature, or by me or you
To protect or shelter lives
For a tree; it never dies.
A tree is someone's home
A tree is someone's good book
A tree is never alone,
For to know a tree, all you do; is look.
It is good to plant a tree
It is good to plant a seed
For someday it will be grown
And a tree, will be known.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Pappepee

Pappepee is a bumble bee
who wants to have a honey tree
why? he simply is a lazy bee!
he flew over the sea
just to find a honey tree
all it can be is the tree to Pappepee.
Pappepee found the tree
the honey tree, the honey tree
now dead tired, he did fall free
and this is what the ants did see
so they all went to Pappepee
devoured him under the honey tree
poor Pappepee, poor Pappepee

poem by Estrellita Dedel
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Tree Of Life

tree of life
tree of love
tree from god up above
this tree was implanted in our hearts at birth
to enjoy life and all its worth.

this tree posses all the love we hold
and controls our very soul.
the tree branches spread wide
to touch all of mankind

filling your bodies from hunger and quenching
the thirst within your soul
a wonderous beauty to behold.
the tree of life
gods sight
gods might

i give you my love
you give me your prayers
eternal life we will share
you in me-and me in you
this is what we have to do.

spreading the fruits of the tree
to all mankind, and of love divine.

poem by Louis Rams
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Sea-Saw (more writing fun)

If I saw a wood boat afloat
Upon the sea,
Would what I see possibly be
The wood I cut from a tree?

For when I saw a tree
I would like to think I see,
What the wood I saw
Could be.

If all I saw in wood from a tree
Was all I saw that there was to see,
Would what I did saw
Be the wood that I now see?

And if the wood I once did saw
Was indeed made into that ship on the sea,
Would it even be possible to know that here what I see
Is the wood once sawed by me?

All I here would dare to share is:
I see what I saw, and I saw what I see,
And therefore the wood I do saw could one day be
The boat I may see, afloat upon the sea.

See?

poem by Smoky Hoss
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