Dreaming Amidst the Forest of Life
Stemming
this sapling as I grow,
sprouting awareness
amidst the giants.
Occasional wind blows in sunshine,
from my headdress of leaves
to my rooted toes.
The crawling of many ants;
up my barked skin
their journeys to find.
As I stretch upward
to a destiny who knows?
This forest of many saplings I do see;
tight rooted this ground against me.
I struggle my life existence;
soaking up sun rays
my leaves of damage resistance.
This dryness of life to my inner core,
giving thanks again to the wind,
as it blows in moisture to my leaves pore.
And sometimes among the storms,
I find the loss of a member;
once stood strong
and tall... as I remember.
In shock
I find my dropping leaves,
self-awareness;
I am only a sapling among many trees.
Joseph Scott Morris
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Joseph Scott Morris
Poet, Author, Genealogist
Burlington, Iowa 52601