Green tree, bright green tree,
resting on a lush, green sea.
The bells and bows,
the matchless lights,
shift like lightning,
sing like snow.
Tinsel twirls, bright green tree,
the dancing joy,
the joyous light,
twist and sing on the lush green sea.
Bright green tree,
we watch and wait,
watch and wow,
watch and bow,
waiting, watching the lush green sea.
The angel lauds,
applauds and then
- The School of Mankind (Considering Ecclesiastes) - April 27, 2022
- Considerations - April 27, 2021
- One last beautiful gift of insanity from the incredible mind of Benjamin Lloyd Plunkett - May 6, 2020
5 thoughts on “The Tree”
Ben, I realize that poetry is not going to generate a bunch of discussion and debate, but I am so glad you write it for the site.
Thanks, Phill. And thank you Phill and company for letting me do it.
I as well think the poems provide a nice contrast to some of the crazier articles I’ve written this December.
Thanks, Ben. I am grateful for “the poet in your soul.”
And I am very thankful for your always ready and very well thought out words of encouragement, Mr. Lytle.