I heard an oak tree to me confess:
Happy, voted am I as worthless.
Rotten, nor of low grade,
Nor my timber was dead,
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To find a deeper Self, The trick is: lose yourself. /// great; it reminds me sufism on the FANAA and BAKA
A wonderful poem that imparts wisdom. Beautifully and cleverly written. I liked the Poet's Notes of.the great Poet. He always leaves something to ponder about. Thank you, Sir for all the wisdom you imparted and your inspiring comments.
Thank you, Rose Marie, for your indulgence with kindly words. But sometimes I wonder I draw more comments on wisdom (not always my own) than on the poem as a poem.