The Tree

They say there is a tree...

It's not a tree of life,
nor a tree of poisoned fruit.

It isn't particularly majestic,
nor does it cut a commanding silhouette.

It does not sway in the breeze of 1000 lost memories,
nor do song birds don't sing songs of its emerald leaves.

It isn't a tree that gives,
nor is it lovelier than a poem.

Kids do not swing from its branches into back woods swimmin' holes.

It doesn't signify hope or love.
It's not threatened by evil loggers.

It's not over tall or overly mighty.
It doesn't look like a witch's hand reaching into the blackest night.

It's not an Earthly lightning rod begging to be struck by the angry bolts of Zeus.

It's not a great tree,
nor a terrible tree.

But...

Of all the things it's not,
It is still a metaphor