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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Where the Tree Grows

Only
when the leaves have fallen
can I see where the tree grows,
the length of an arm,
a hand reaching
for the source of its power.
Now
I can see what was hidden,
how the leaves are shed
taking their summer shadows
with them to the earth.

Now
I can see the dialogue
between earth and sun,
birth and growth.
How life creates its house
of life.
Where we take form,
and are measured
by its walls,
to see extending before us
where our children are,
a sublime conclusion,
where the tree grows.

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