Turned Tree
A Sonnet
Please do not fear an unusual tree
Some of us are rooted in the broad sky
Light and air preparing our food for free
While the natural order we defy
Probing the moist dirt with our rough limbs, strong
We learn our vital lessons in the dark
Feeling the earth sing its deep, silent song
Small, creeping things help us to forge our bark
Our fingers touch mineral mysteries
Branches bulge and brush secret, strange stones smooth
Inversion every bored prisoner frees
We find the truth in each crevice and groove
Heaven beneath and lithosphere above
We feast on clouds and turn hatred to love
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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