the tree

Standing still
a towering stance
but open arms,
without preaching
teaching a lesson,
to those
that learn.

Equipoised
to the rain,
and
the blowing wind,
holding neither
from their
natural run.

Day or night
dealt alike,
modulating
its appearance
as seasons change,
resistant to neither
that dwell on its frame.

The leaves that fall
never held back
beyond their time,
the birds that nest
welcomed guests,
without infringements
on their will.

Their strength
their roots,
hidden well beyond
the public eye,
peacefully standing
watching time
as it passes by.

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Vidur
20Jan17