Not Cut Down
Once struck by lightning-
a bolt-crack, a necessary snap.
Other trees branch up, stand full-
do not envy their appearance.
Other oaks can never draw the same awe.
Few will ever show anyone
how to grow around their scars and losses.
Sad. Those other trees teach the lesson
of letting go only one season a year.
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loved this.
Thank you!
“how to grow around their scars and losses. ” Ain’t it the truth? Lovely!
No other option. 💓
I, too, am struck with awe at an old scarred oak (and many wizened old folks)
With each year, new growth!
So lovely, both the words and the message.
Thank you so much.
That ‘Sad’ is such a powerful word in this poem! Well done!
Thank you for noticing. I definitely felt its significance when I revised and knew it had to be there.
I admire the compression in this piece!
If like to think the trees showed me how to say just enough. 😊
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Beautiful poem –
“how to grow around their scars and losses. ” powerful words!
Thank you so much!