segunda-feira, 8 de agosto de 2016

Amschel´s forest

The seed sprouted
something viable peaked out of the half frozen soil

The seedling strengthened
and leaves eased out onto a Strong stem now

Abundant buds popped up in spring
Frosts and droughts didn´t weaken it as it bloomed from the forest floor

Even through the dense shade of prejudice
coming down from the old and well thatched canopy

The seedling become a firm tree
somewhere between a rhodadendron and an oak
Poking up through the royal canopy

The center of the forest hadn´t noticed the firm tree had dropped it´s seeds
and it´s seeds were carried by water and Wind to each corner

Their roots formed runners and rhizomes that matted under the tall chaos
Their bark hard and reddish, their trunks thick and firm rose
holding the weight of heavy branches under winter snows

Every vigourous seed of the robust trees waiting to germinate and pay homage
the very division of sunlight determined by their foliage

Outgrowing the spruces and the sycamores
seeds he´d sown in soil so sure
Amschel and the oaths he swore






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