The Speaking Tree

Your roots do clutch your feet!
And your seeds disperse afar
You lonely watch like a hermit
The rising Sun, the falling star!

Your leaves feed you, but hide
Them who peck thy fruits to rot.
Your spreading boughs do guide
Creepers to strangle your throat!

Why gather pains to leave your mark!
Why exhale life and gasp in dark ?
Why hark claws to wound your bark!
Why burn where mist ashens spark!

"It is for the joy of giving!
It is for the happy lark!
It is for His bid obeying!
Who sent for you the Ark!!!"

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