Lone Tree


If all within the forest stands
A tree that prays alone
Who, hearing it in distant lands,
Can say which seeds that sown
By flowering branch or bursting cones
Are borne by praying tree
And which the towering forest owns
That never bent the knee?
The fir that lone and solemn prays
Its god will surely hear
For no mumbled muttering lays,
Words uttered by no seer,
Impede the flow of heaven-bound prayer
Sent up by one alone
Who, still and genuflecting there,
Does not its fate bemoan.

Image credit: hotblack, via morguefile, used under license

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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