The tree at Mangonui

 Pohutukawa.

Tree of life.

Beautiful and grand,

idling in the light of approaching dusk,

standing sentient, watchful,

a guard beside the ocean's shore

You hold the pulse of the moon and sea in your arms,

the carefree waves that carry salty promises to thee.

I stand on shaky rocks.

Oh wide and curling waters,

I'm at your mercy.

I pray under a silent sky of blue.

waiting for answers

in the shadows, 

tangled in the dappled branches,

as I clutch the rustling leaves of the Pohutukawa.

Tree of  Life.





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