Song of the Forest

Song of the Forest

A tree clings to the hillside,

Completely surrounded…

Thoroughly alone.

Overwhelmed by the forest,

Swallowed and cast aside...

A product of the harsh world

And the relentless winds

Twisted and bent

Bruised and battered,

Yet it stands tall…

And lowly wretched vines

Mindlessly cling and grapple

To yank it to their level

And bury it in the dirt.

It fights to reach the stars,

To drink up the sun’s power…

Can’t be stopped; can’t bow down

To wind, abandonment,

Or jealous vines…

So, it stands tall.

Growing

Growing

By Brandon Palzkill

Spiraling, spinning helicopter seeds

Falling from the maple tree

Sinking, buried; they’ll start to grow

And soon it towers for all to see.

The Tree and the Sun

The Tree and the Sun

By Brandon Palzkill

A tree stands in a grove,

lonely; longing.

A gently blowing breeze

caresses her weathered bark,

sending shivers down

her soft, willowy spine;

making her dance, hypnotically.

The shivering tree

casts her brittle autumn leaves

upon the verdant bed, below,

and stands naked in the field,

reaching for the sun

for consummation; for warmth;

for winter’s just around the corner.

Two lovers, parted by time;

destined to be together again.

Reunited by the revitalizing spring,

the sun will bathe the tree

in his replenishing rays,

while she dances to the breeze,

in her new emerald dress.