In honor of the children

Poetree

 

A forest home in green ravine

and in the sunset a mountain seen -

The trees in root would upward grow

towards mountain top and sunset glow.

 

And youngest leaves on fresh branch top,

who taste the sky and first rain drop,

did notice that the sun was blocked

as it set behind the mountain rock.

 

Now these trees loved the sunset''s hues

and raged when mountain stole their view

for tip top leaves did see the blight

of solid stone eclipsing light.

 

And yelled "You wall you color thief.

You block our door and give us grief.

Move out the way we''ve sights to see

and as it is we just see thee!"

 

So years went on of bicker bad

until one spring a vision was had

by Lookout Leaf on tallest elm

in constant watch at highest helm.

 

"On Stoney Pass, oh desolate place

of mountain top, I see a face,

as if young sapling sprouts been born

on that bear rock so weather worn.

Quick call the birds to take make a search

if truly there a tree could perch!"

 

And sure enough the birds did rise

to circle mountain top surprise,

for verily a tree had sprung,

a tree no mountain could block from sun.

 

"Awake Old forest," Lookout Leaf said,

"for life has sprung from mountain dead,

a tree that shines in sunset red!"

 

"Be like the birds that will to rise,

be like the winds that fill the skies

and we will bring mountain''s demise!"

 

So leaf and limb did tremble flutter

in hopes to join their highest brother.

 

In one great surge stretch show of strength

the trees did double in height and length

and yearned down to earth''s deepest core

to raise to sky the forest floor.

 

From dark unknown a rumble came

and quick as light

all levels were the same.

 

And so it was – a new land founded

flat and grounded

and the sun set all around it.