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Thursday, September 27, 2007

Complete

If only we could be as brave
as that tall growing Oak
rooted deeply to the warm earth
reaching its naked branches
up to the sun

It dropped its leaves
one by one
never once stopping
to cling or hold on
or question
or long

Just a tree
being a tree
being a tree.

1 comment :

  1. The more I read this, the more I really love this poem. It says so much but so simply. I love the naked branched not holding on--just accepting what is and not complicating things. Profound Julia. Thank you.

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