Towers of wood


United States

The ground seems to break open

To reveal a tower tall 

I wonder what would happen

If the tower were to fall


The tower seems quite planted

To the earth on which it stands

It has great arms called branches

And has green leaves for hands


It reaches to the heavens

And begs for a reply

The rain comes down like resin

And slips down on the side


The moisture disappears

Into the very earth

This is the month of showers

The season of all birth


The tower stands before me

And I hear it’s called a tree

We use it for our houses,

But forget to plant its seeds


The tree grows ever higher

And finally bears its fruit

Someday the tree will wither 

To make way for younger roots

This poem is about: 
My country


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