Tree Of Lost Hope

Traveled into the Thousand Acre Wood

Following a narrow, winding trail

Between the tall, ancient monarchs

Of green

 

A warm breeze whispered

Against my shirt collar

Slanted rays of dusty sunshine

Were cast into the gloom

 

Deep within the forest

I came upon a massive maple

Standing 300 feet from

Root to crown

 

Threaded around its trunk 

Were thorny vines 

Of blue roses

And upon a lower vine

Perched a black crow

 

Come no farther, my friend

You have reached the Tree of Lost Hope

Each of these roses

Represents a tear shed

From a broken heart

 

Awestruck at the spectacle

 I forgot my feet

And promptly sat 

Upon the downy moss

 

Scents of clove and cinnamon

Mixed with a hint of pine and mint

Breathed past my nose

And fast I fell asleep

 

Soon I was soaring over vast fields

Of blinding white snow

Higher and higher I climbed

Into the stratosphere

 

I awoke upon a mountain summit

Which pierced the heavens 

I became enshrouded in dense fog

Unable to see my own hands

 

How can this sadness be repealed?

I inquired

It is too late for them

Was the reply from the wind

 

You must sow your own seed

And reap the harvest of it

Return

And seek the face of God

 

Shaking my head I awoke upon the moss

A magnificent pure white eagle 

With crimson streaked across his wings

Solemnly reminded me

 

Of Faith, Hope and Love

And the greatest of these 

Is Love