The Tree – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Taken in the State Forest at Kirrup, Jarrah saplings, blackened by fire.

“Ancient trees are precious. There is little else on earth that plays host to such a rich community of life within a single living organism.” Sir David Attenborough

The Tree

In you so much lives and finds its place,
black beetle hiding in bark's gap,
jumping spider sitting tight,
some tiny creature on my leg,
ants, as always, industrious
building a super highway along your roots,
diverting around scats,
gifts to feed your soul,
the wrens have found morsels in your folds,
ring-necks perch your boughs,
when the wind speaks you rustle an answer,
your gaps and folds,
your roots and boughs,
door, lounge and porch,
home for nearly everything
within your generous eaves.

Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under bush walking, Country, environment, Forest, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, quote

30 responses to “The Tree – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. What a lovely poem, Paul! ❤ I would not want to live in a world without trees! Here, fire is part of the cycle of nature that allows renewal of the land, but still, it is hard to see singed trees!

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  2. Oh, I loved this poem. Thank you 😊

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  3. Lovely poem, Paul.

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  4. A beautiful ode to the wonder of trees. Where would we be without them?

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  5. So true, Paul. Beautiful.


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  6. Nurturing Mother Nature. Great!

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  7. Amy

    Beautifully expressed about trees, Paul!

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  8. I love this poem 🌳

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  9. This is so beautifully written! Lovely

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  10. Ah, the tree is such an active member of nature’s community 😀


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