Grow Little Tree, Grow

I planted a tree today…but not for you, not for me.

For unto this sapling with roots so thin and fine,

grows forth my hope of revelation at some future time.

For buried beneath this tiny, twiggy little tree,

Lay a treasure hidden beneath its ball…

placed there with such precision and care by me.

For in a steel box which measures about six by nine,

I placed a few precious memories to be gathered in a distant time.

As there within its steely skin…all wrapped in plastic and neatly pinned,

Are photos galore of our once small children at play

 As they in their simple innocence look into the future in a different way.

Then there is a picture or two of just me and my wife,

Some coins and documents, which detail our life.

there is even  a copy of my book… Before Darkness Falls,

which perhaps in a hundred years, will at last find its call.

There is even a list of all my friends, even those of you here in the Den.

I even placed in this box, a cassette tape of the rolling stones,

and a CD of Pink Floyd and of Dr. Hook.

So now, as unto the constant of time when this tiny tree grows

With its branches reaching forever into an always changing sky,

Ten years…twenty…thirty…maybe more and then we are gone.

When its roots grow old and huge and burst high above the eroding ground,

It is then, perhaps in the year of 3035…

that my hidden treasure will be found.

And what will this hidden treasure to the future say?

Maybe nothing more…maybe nothing less

Other than, another soul once came this way.

For mankind since the beginning of time,

Has is some form or fashion attempted to cheat mortality

By leaving a little something of themselves behind.

So                                   

   Grow                          

           Little

                   Tree

                          Grow

                    Tall

             And

      Old

           For

                Me

J. Allen Wilson © 2005

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