More Than a Tree
A tree stands tall,
sheltering all below
with a canopy of green.
But time takes its toll,
leaving branches bare
of leaf, with all life gone.
Sapped of any strength
it held in its prime, the tree
falls to the forest floor.
The story does not end here.
Observe the dead wood.
Consider all that lies under.
Estimate its worth, knowing
that life goes on, nurtured
by the death of a tree.
This is my response to the prompt from Lillian at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, Compound Me!, which asks us to use one or more of the compound words that are provided. This is to be done by separating the root words by line break or punctuation – and with no words placed between the root words. (Here, using underestimate.)
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Beautiful, Ken. You describe the cycle of life eloquently.
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Thank you, Lucy.
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Thank you for sharing.
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A wonderful statement for sustainability nature teaches. xx Michael
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🙂 Thank you.
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Wonderful response to the prompt! Love how you’ve used the two root words . A beautiful penning of a tree’s value…even in old age, even when it dies. My mind is moving metaphorically here now 🙂 as well as taking your words at face value. Well done!
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Thank you for reading between the lines, Lillian.
And, thank you for the prompt.
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Beautiful!
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🙂 Thank you!
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Life indeed goes on. Clever cutting of the under/estimate for the prompt.
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I love the poignancy with which this poem is penned, Ken. Beautiful work done! 💛💛💛
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Thank you, Sanaa.
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Death integral to life. Closely observed with wonderful details. (K)
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