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Click hereThe sun rises slowly amongst the trees,
Calling, waking birds and bees,
My soul alive now does know,
What it takes in order to grow.
Why is giving all you have,
To another seem so bad?
Free from fear is not mad,
Have you strength to stand and laugh?
We live in fear, our own cage,
Evil leers, imagined sage.
Truth unknown, turn the page.
Laugh at fear, a war to wage.
When you live, free of guilt.
Each day’s gift, mothers milk.
Conform yourself , not to others,
Individual self, now your brother.
Within the truth, lies are found.
Forever dig beneath your ground.
In the trees, soon you hear,
A spirit wise, oh so near.
The sun shines down upon the tree,
Yourself you find in all you see.
Fear is gone, live to be,
Atonement paid, love so free.
dlt © oct 1 2004
Like trees, we need nurturing to grow and branch out, and everything starts at the root of our being.
The idea and the images are very effective but the expression is not to your usual quality. First stanza in particular doesn't read well especially the last line.I agree with previous comment that a tightening up would help.
Topics rooted in so many emotions and ties, family breathing and your themes of recognition are inspirational Du, I aint just blowing your dress up cause I know your naked <grin> great poem~ and metioned on "New Poems Reviews"
here, but some of the words could be trimmed. Tighten this up and it could work quite well. Write on!