0145 Chinese Landscape

The old pine tree
leans out from the rocks
over the still lake
with respect
though no-one guesses this

once a month
the pine tree is silhouetted
against the rising moon
though no-one knows this

its roots drink gratefully
from the generous water
though no-one sees this

its branches murmur to
the lapping lake-water as old friends
though no-one hears this

except you and I and the artist -

nature

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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