Tuesday, February 15, 2011

when it grows

a strong tree with a deep root

could stand still in the violent storm
what is more when it's planted by the river

a gong and a cymbal produce sound
a high and loud voice
a tone of majestic and melody of knighthood
when it is hit by strong arms of musician

smooth and rhythmic pattern on the tree's cambium
is a result of long circle of struggle and striving of nature
in the smile of drought
in the shadow of chilling rain
when the time is complete
the tree becomes bigger and taller


1 comments:

Ρωμανός ~ Romanós said...

Elegant and masterful
are the words of the forest trees
bending gently in the breeze
of approaching evening.

Hence, this poem.