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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