In my poem “Witness,” I speak through the voice of a tree, a silent observer of the ever-changing tapestry of human existence. Rooted deeply, my branches spread wide in a welcoming embrace, as I witness the fleeting joys, sorrows, and endeavors of those who pass beneath. With each season, sunrise, and sunset, I absorb the laughter and tears of generations, offering a steadfast, nonjudgmental presence. As the world shifts around me, I remain, a quiet custodian of both peace and turmoil, forever intertwined with the life that unfolds in my shade. This poem is a meditation on the serene, unspoken bond between nature and humanity.
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Silent,
I stand —
arms wide,
bark furrowed like aged brows.
Seasons scroll —
sunrise, sunset,
a tapestry of footfalls
beneath my shadow’s embrace.
Laughter blooms,
tears seep into roots —
each a pulse
through my veins.
Lovers carve initials,
a fleeting mark;
yet, I remain,
unmoved yet holding all.
Wars rattle distant hills,
peace blossoms in the soil —
every whisper,
a leaf in my heart.
In the stillness,
I witness —
not judging,
simply being
with the world.
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