Think Like a Tree


Greek Strawberry Tree (Cyprus Strawberry Tree)...
Greek Strawberry Tree (Cyprus Strawberry Tree). Fruits. Photo taken in Laspi bay (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Think Like a Tree


I wasn’t ready for life’s road stretching out before me,


It wasn’t as fun as I expected it to be,


I whined, I complained, until I learned,


The lessons taught by an old fruit tree,


In the middle of an orchard the tree quietly stood,


He was the oldest and wisest in that neighborhood,


Although ancient and twisted his heart was still good,




I questioned him thoroughly about things he knew,


From seedling to adulthood, all the years he grew,


“Tell me your secret for being young so long,


How did you endure when things went wrong?


And how did you manage to stay so strong?”




The tree scratched his head, then smiled at me,


“Life will never be easy, as you can plainly see,


Adjust and be positive, and think like a tree,


There are a few things you ought to know,


Trees serve others and they’re not for show,


If a branch is barren or doesn’t grow,


There’s no reason to keep it, just let it go,


A tree needs to compete to be the best around,


But if it bears no fruit, cut it down,


It’s tragic to waste good fertile ground,”




He hesitated and drew a deep breath,


“If a tree produces it’s still not left alone,


It’s pruned each year even while grown,


It will be healthier and productive, a fact well known,


Often a tree tries too hard,


When too much is produced a tree must be thinned,


The remaining fruit will grow larger,” he said as he grinned,


“But if there’s too much fruit the limbs might break,


How soon, how much, it’s something a gardener must tweak,


A tree doesn’t want to be crowded,


It needs space to be free,


A tree needs to improve constantly, don’t you agree?”




I was ashamed of my previous actions,


Because I had been thinking only about me,


The way the old tree explained it I could see,


Life is not as harsh as I made it out to be,


If I need to be pruned to produce more in life,


I’ll adjust and be positive and think like a tree.




Press One

Centro de una margarita / Daisy center macro
Centro de una margarita / Daisy center macro (Photo credit: alfaneque)

Strange phone calls in the night,

Make me wonder if I’ve lived right,

Out of area numbers, who can it be,

Why, oh why, is someone calling me,

It’s automated, not a person at all,

So what’s the reason for this call,

I listen closely to see if it’s a game,

Someone is asking for me by name,

If you want Mary Belle, Press One,

If she is unavailable, then go to the next one,

My dates were always of mutual consent,

So why should I be concerned in any event,

If you would like Margarita, Press Two,

At midnight her eyes changed from green to blue,

She was not jealous but beautiful and serene,

When no other women were around to be seen,

No matter whether ladies were thick or thin,

I loved them all because they made me grin,

If you’d like to speak to Linda, Press Three,

Linda had her ways of pressing me,

When I moved, it broke her heart,

Our relationship was better when not apart,

If someone is lonely like me, Press Four,

You don’t have to be alone any more,

The night is too young to stay and wait,

We could connect before it’s late,

Phone calls remind me of lovers past,

And tell me that time is going too fast,

My fingers Press Five, then Press Six,

Over the years I pressed a variety, a beautiful mix,

The phone keeps ringing, Press This, Press That,

I grab my coat and then my hat,

I’m going out to find a friend,

So I can bring loneliness to an end,

Out into the darkness onward I go,

There’s a woman waiting somewhere I know,

I’ve pressed my luck a time or two,

Text me your number so I can press you.






I Decided That as a Seed

Tree Silhouettes
Image by John-Morgan via Flickr

Long ago I learned how important,

It was to be like a powerful tree,

As I grew in wisdom and stature,

There were those who relied on me,


At first I was merely like a shade,

To protect visitors from the sun,

As I grew wiser I slowly realized,

My branches were for everyone,


Then I became a resting spot,

For those who were passing through,

My branches as a social gathering place,

Became important for those who flew,


And finally groups came by,

Content that I was safe and secure,

I didn’t charge any to stay,

Because my heart was willing and pure,


My roots stretched wide and deep,

Within the clay packed ground,

And all the denizens within the dirt,

Were proud that I was earthen bound,

I had chosen where to place my roots,

I needed a strong unmovable base,

When ferocious storms came through,

I wanted to be ready just in case,


Yielding only to the harshest of winds,

Often I was unable to save the nests,

Or protect those who depended on me,

But I still chose to remain and do my best,


I didn’t mind being rooted to the ground,

Traveling was something I didn’t need,

I chose to be happy where I was planted,

I decided that as a seed,


My visitors and the winds kept me informed,

About the bigger earth around,

But I was as happy as I could be,

Content with the world I’d found,


Like a tree I didn’t travel far,

Though my thoughts and wishes flew,

And my dreams and hopes were carried about,

By those who cared and knew,


My home has been available to everyone,

My arms have opened wide,

Like a tree I stand with arms upraised,

While my heart beats warmly inside,


“Do you mind being anchored to the ground?”

Some people dare to ask,

I smile and say, “I’m like a tree,

I have a bigger task.”





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