An acorn in hand,
So small, vulnerable,
And yet it holds life,
Life that lasts a hundred years.
A sapling,
Spindly, vivid green,
So tiny,
And yet, destined to be tallest of all.
A young tree,
With first ever bark,
New and fresh,
Naïve in the changing world.
An older tree now,
Children climb on you,
Lovers kiss under the boughs,
Many springs have passed.
An ancient tree,
Lived many centuries,
Watched many things,
Wise.
A dying tree,
The leaves are withered,
The once young bark peeling off,
Goodbye.
An oak,
Given life,
Been life,
New life begins!
An excellent poem, Phoebe. Good work!
Thank you very much!
It’s so exciting to see your poem published, Phoebe! Well done!
Excellent construction, evocative use of language, well-considered narrative. A poetic future ahead, Phoebe. Well done.
Beautiful poem, Phoebe!
So mature and perceptive Phoebe. You’ve got your Mum’s poetic genes! I’m v impressed.