Day Two challenge was to have an open ended question poem.
At the Center
In the early seasons of the sapling,
Those long thin branches do not imagine
What they will become.
They feel the breeze and move to its sway.
They know the scratch of spring and bite of winter.
The lemony green rod reaches up and dances,
Unfettered by any burden
save a curly leaf
or springy twig.
Nothing that young knows
It will be the center of a universe,
Covered by yearly rings of tenser,
Troubled time.
It will stiffen against the storm
It will defy fire and flood
It will house a thousand birds and bugs.
Swings may depend on its resilience,
Blanket forts, cobbled houses, fairy abodes,
Hammocks to grow old in,
Looking up through the branches to see sun and stars.
Deep inside the ancient tree,
Does a lemony green rod
Hold the center and nod, a sapling still?