Tree of Life 2014-31
One of my first poems, so long ago. After I made a dccision on a life change with a new job, this is about when I wrote this poem. I was wondering what I was going to do with my life, overall. A goal, a plan for life, a determination to do something other than just go from day to day in an existence of living. Putting a simile to life in the form of a tree is probably not new, but with its roots entrenched in the ground, its branches going in all directions, the leaves reaching toward the sun, all play into a way of life perhaps.
I climbed the tree of life one day,
To see what I could see.
The view was wild and wonderful,
Depending on the branch I’d be.
I glanced toward the future,
Looked behind at my past.
I found that if I was going anywhere,
It had better be pretty fast.
I carved my initials in that tree,
And stated right then and there.
I’m going to do something with my life,
Regardless of the wear and tear.
And when that tree is old and grown,
I’ll climb it once again.
And hopefully, at that time in life,
I’ll consider it a friend.