Tree Am I Timber Nor Wood

It has been a land commonly lined, Let no doubt nor dispute dwell in mind, Said the tree firm that stood, Know this: I'm no dead wood, Let on my fallen head deal be signed. Time once was when you sat under me, Imagine a sofa made of tree, Think of a furnished wood, Both us in pensive mood, Then think of breeze that once came from me! Part of past, your common, once I was, Sentinel as I stood in my cause, Commonly spread my roots, Equally shared my fruits, Mundane laws can't be just to life laws. So be said of shared love, O look at me above, Look at that cooing dove, Then try look far above, Then only make your move. ___________________________________________________ Two siblings in dispute cause division of land, but a tree that stood on a dividing line intervenes. ____________________________________________________ Musings | 01.07.16 |