Trees |

By Odilon Bertrand

Poem Details

  • Written by: Odilon Bertrand
  • Published in: 2017

Where your mind is without fear,

Where your knowledge roams free;

Where words come out from the depths of truth;

Where you find your refuge

With my parts, you are comforted,

With my help, you can breathe.

Many are without the chance to have me

Don’t take me for granted.

I look at God all day and lift my arm to pray.

My hungry mouth is pressed against the earth’s sweet flowing breast.

For you, I stand tall mostly solemn, lonely,

So do me a favor, too.

I reach out to you with love that I share;

I am here to embrace you with my branches of tenderness;

I rose due to your ancestors,

So tend to me with care.


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