It occured to Daniel
one day
that if he were a tree, he'd be
a very "special" tree. Not one of
your tall,
giant, majestic sequoias with branches
stretched out to the heavens, or
your
Soft, hollow-trunked, tropical
papaya tree. No, he'd be something
different -- like a bonsai tree,
a knobby, wind-swept styled,
miniature tree in a pot.
Survivor of many stages
growing like most plant species
particular with soil mixes
tolerating any length of wiring
dimensions
creating twists and curves of deep
emotions. |
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A lesson in unfathomable
patience
to young and old. Yes, he'd attract
attention
sitting on his kiln-fired, unglazed
Houtoko pot
with quiet presence and engaging
beauty
that invite memories of long ago:
always
Captures an unmistakable gasp and
produces a long sigh of admiration
And for just a mere glance of
understated recognition of such
artful presentation, he'd tear down |
The walls of indifference,
injustice, apathy, and inequality
through leaping branches,
green with leaves at midsummer's
end
or colored ones in the fall. And
if
Unsophisticated audiences saw this
unbridled elegance emerging
As sunlight streams from the east
Or a rock accents the stillness
of a scence
He'd delight in appreciation.
As days go by with unspoken truths
he becomes a loyal companion
to unabashed laughters and hidden
sobs,
tears that outlive his own master
for always, he is a work in progress. |
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