Neverending (Poem)

a tree grew on the banks of the bayous

shadowed for long periods but with filtered sun

enough to thrive and reach out over the waters

it sheltered nutria beneath its shade

sometimes a human would rest there

in verdant silence undisturbed and find

a moment of stillness would settle their mind

the tree’s gift, drawn up from deep roots

offered to any who drew near

but the tree became tall and the bayou traveled

so one day men came with saws

the noise they made filled the air

each cut into the bark shriller than the last

at the end as they left, they looked back at the clearing

stopped in their tracks by a sudden peace

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