Tree of Life

Secluded, alone in the midst of the sand,

On top of a mound in a desolate land,

Sits a single mesquite, a fabled old tree.

How it survives and thrives is a mystery.

There’s no water around for its roots to find;

But there it stands tall and boggles the mind.

It’s forlorn location, a quiet repose

Provides shade from hot sun with green hanging boughs.

Isolated from all, not even a sign

To indicate it’s role in the annals of time.

This Tree of Life as the stories are told

Is all that remains of the Eden of old.

 


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Synopsis
Wrote this after visiting the "Tree of Life" in Bahrain.... the tree kind of spoketo me as there was no fanfare, nothing to really indicate that it might be a thing of significance in any way, not even a sign posted.
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