Tree

[This was one of the first poems that I'd ever written - way back in '99 when I was only thirteen. The Wordswworthian influence is rather obvious, but I have a feeling that I had, back then much more spirit in me than I do now at 22. Well, what more can I say - you check it out for yourself!]

As I walked through the garden
In that state of indecision,
Something put a stop to that
Ever-flowing stream of human emotion.

In the middle of the garden
Stood the grand old tree.
Ruling over all other plants,
I knew it ruled over me.

The sight so common,
The feeling even rarer.
The birds' orchestra added to
That sole moment of pleasure.

Slowly, as I left the place,
My mind was a complete mess.
The world has troubles more than me....
Self-sacrificing as a tree.

yours sincerely
Jude