If your life were a tree

If your life were a tree
It would start
With soft leaves
Branches ready to grow
And the sky’s the limit.
It would get bigger then
And more difficult
To climb;
It would grit its roots
And hang on.
It’s leaves might
Turn brittle
Tangled branches
Showing the stress
Of living; of life.
The climb would be easy
Eager new shoots
Bursting with energy
Basking in the sunlight.
Other areas might be
Full of foul –
Cracking off
To leave unsightly scars
But always
The tree stands firm
And is regularly covered
In blossom.
It dreams of summer sun
Amidst winter storms
It weathers all
Life throws at it
And still
Gives shelter to friends.
If your life were a tree
And you climbed
Up to its top
And looked down,
You would see it is

21 comments on “If your life were a tree

  1. bethteliho says:

    GOR. GEOUS. Love this so hard!!!


  2. Lizzi R says:

    Wondered if it might be one you'd like 🙂


  3. There is something incredible about trees. I love the climbing branches and the sound of the leaves as the wind weaves through. Another lovely poem, Lizzi.


  4. Lizzi R says:

    Thanks Jennifer. I can't even remember when I wrote this, but I know that trees are good inspiration for poetry and for life 🙂


  5. Cary Vaughn says:

    BE-YOU-TI-FUL. Loved this a lot.


  6. Lizzi R says:

    Oh hey, Cary, thank you, and thanks for coming by 😀

    I'm on a 'tree' roll at the moment, having just discovered my FAVOURITE tree poem in the back of some dusty old computer files, and now I need to wait til next week to share it here, but it's gonna be GOOD! 😀


  7. Lizzi – this is so beautiful and moving. I love this, had no idea you were a poet, such a strong and lovely voice you have.


  8. Roshni says:

    Lovely!!! I totally love the tree analogy! Hey, didn't know you had this blog too! 🙂


  9. Lizzi R says:

    Awh, thanks Claudia. Yes, I've progressed (I hope) from angsty teenage stuff into something a bit better these days 🙂


  10. Lizzi R says:

    Thanks Roshni 🙂

    No, I don't publicise this one well enough. I share it with my friend Zoe, and we take turns to post, but we're starting a weekly 'guest bard' feature, which I'm really excited about.


  11. I can't keep up with another blog for fuck's sake, but this was really lovely, Lizzi. I used to climb the tallest of trees without a worry in the world, but then would get panic stricken at the top on the smallest of the branches about how I was going to get down, so there's that. Lol. Hope all is well. Congrats again on your 10+ miler.


  12. And this would really be the tree of life, Lizzi!! Sharing, yo.


  13. Just lovely. Great analogy and beautifully told. 🙂


  14. Lizzi R says:

    Ah don't worry – this one's not nearly as prolific. And the other one's getting less so 😀

    Glad you enjoyed it. I only ever got panic stricken once at height – on top of a HUUUUUUUGE rock (maybe 30-40ft) and it was only the thought of the humiliation of having to be rescued which made me get down again, but I was SHAKING!

    And thanks 🙂


  15. Lizzi R says:

    Why thank you 🙂 *doffs cap*


  16. Lizzi R says:

    Thank you 🙂 I'm pleased that I found this one again 🙂


  17. I like it, good take on life. Makes me miss Oregon and those glorious trees of the NW.


  18. Lizzi R says:

    Thanks Brandi.

    I'll have to search what trees there are in Oregon, and what makes them so glorious. I've never seen them. I've heard that the beaches in Oregon are good though, and a little like the Cornish coast, which I adore.


  19. Yvonne says:

    There is definitely something magical – or maybe mystical? – about trees, and I like the analogy! And yes, I think you are right that when we climbed to the top and look back it is magnificent.


  20. Lizzi R says:

    Maybe 'both-ical'. Trees are wonderful, in and of themselves, and as muses 🙂 I have more tree poems yet 😀


  21. qwietpleez says:

    My boughs may bend, but they never break . . . I love this Lizzi. So much.



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