The Cedar

 *Shortlisted poem for the 2020 Page by Page contest, organized by the Vancouver Public Library



There is a cedar outside the window

Towering over maples and oak trees.

I wonder if it feels any sorrow

Because the blue sky is all it can see.

 

No, the cedar is not lonely at all

With fragrant leaves twirled like fingers.

In summer, the warblers enthrall

The musky branches with songs that linger.

 

At dawn, the succulent stems gleam

When the sun engulfs them in golden rays.

Night falls, the cedars withers its leaves and dreams

Of the melodies the sea breezes serenades.

 

But have you ever noticed the trunk

Stained with dark flowing resins – its tears

From the spots that have seen cedars struck

By roaring chainsaws all over the years?

 

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