awash in the worlds troubles the tree
waits naked through the cold of the year
approaching spring brings new growth that
laden with green weight the limbs of a tree
we humans were not designed to shed and
renew ourselves with new growth like trees
in the mirrored lake does a tree see
the unforgivable wrinkles of its age?
Oh, to be a tree with no wrinkles nor loss
of strength as the rings of age mount up on me!
© petra domina
Traditionally invoking melancholy, love, longing, and metaphysical questions, ghazals are often sung by Iranian, Indian, and Pakistani musicians. ..."]
Well, I did not follow the rules. I did share a thought that the tree across the street has caused to roll around in my brain. Greening up the old grey matter!
Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on