via Daily Prompt: Tree
Tiny shoots rise from last season’s windfall that
Took root in the darkness of the rich, damp soil,
Safe within the vast network of roots
Uniting the clan of trees in the grove.
New life breaks the surface, breathes the air,
Feels the warmth of the sun
as it sends its delicate form higher,
Reaching bravely for the light.
Gaining strength as it grows,
Adding layer after layer of bark;
Thick skin, able to withstand
Most any attack.
Two leaves become four, then eight, then more,
Taller and broader, stronger every day,
The new tree stands in the loving embrace of its family
In the grove,
Ever ready to provide shelter and shade,
Protection and nourishment for all.
When the season is done,
The tree will empty its veins,
Call its life blood back to the core,
Take it back to the roots, far below the surface.
The leaves will curl and die, fall to earth,
And mingle with the fragrant soil.
Untaken fruit and nuts wither,
Fall from the branches
And disappear beneath leaves and twigs
That snap and crackle beneath the tread of
A hiker’s boots.
Sleep comes upon the clan in the grove.
Beneath a blanket of snow they slumber;
Giant sentinels, seemingly lifeless,
Dreaming in the silence.
Below the frost line,
Life goes on.