A poem I wrote in 2016 while sitting beside a stream after passing the tallest tree in the forest. Every time I saw her, I stopped for a moment to examine her thick, gnarled trunk before pressing on to the river’s edge.
He gazed upon her
With open-mouthed awe
But she was surrounded
By tall, thorny weeds
He opted to sit elsewhere
After taking one last glance
“You are a beautiful tree, ma’am”
Though he did not know her name
He felt that she was held in high regard
Among the others
The poem comes from my 2016 Infinity Journal. On the inside cover, I sketched the tree described in “High Regard” —
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