The oak tree holds decades of history
deep within the root of its trunk
Its branches stretch upwards, holding on fiercely to
untold stories of lives forgotten and unbeknownst
to the world.

The sound of the wind passing through the leaves and branches
sings the wailing song familiar to that of the poplar tree.
The tears, moans, pain, terror and the deep sorrows of a
mother’s cry over the senseless death of her son,
just for the crime of being one of God’s beautiful creations,
yet his existence unacceptable and deemed worthless to the evils
of some within mankind

Man? Kind? I often wonder of the marriage between the
two words. For is Man truly kind? The oak tree reveals that
untruth, for what maketh a man so evil that he cannot accept
the beauty of all God’s creations?

Each time the wind blows, the branches and leaves of the oak tree
continue to carry the wailing songs of a mother’s cry, as only the
sun in many a bright sky, and the moon in many a dark night,
bared witness to the days of those atrocities, and as the rain
begins to fall, it’s God’s tears filled with sadness, as he cries
over those lives lost at the hands of humanity.



Copyright 2008 - 2elijah (ch)
[Edited 8/22/08 19:04pm]

You should put together a book

Mach said:

Thank you Mach. I've been getting that response from quite a few people. I am actually working on a book of poetry. Hopefully before the end of the year I'll have enough material to get it published.

Mach said:

I agree you gots mad skilllzzz gurl....

paintedlady said:

Thank You!! Much appreciated!! ((hugs))