Still

Roots of a young cedar grasping through,

making way through the rich soil darkness.

The beauty of life lies beneath,

hidden cauteously as it should be.

Hands of creation holding on blindly;

quietly grasping for their outside life,

bringing it all but the sun that warms

the exquisite result of its outer part

And time goes by and yet unnoticed,

the hidden hand of a great majestic

delivers the life that delights the sight

of those ones that cannot see farther

than a point and time in their present life.​

 

Lamento no poder opinar,no hablo ni entiendo mucho el Ingles, es posible que sea hermoso,una sugerencia, si no te disgusta,hazlo tambien en castellano,seria un gesto bello,Dios te bendice:::gafas1:::

 

Nice DEJAVU, i like the way the lines lead to the ending, thinking of a plant you take the ending to a human perspective... nicely done.

 

dejavu well done . your work is clean and bring good feeling for that reader
thank you for sharing your friend jess

 

About my personal opinion, I think of you would have to write in Spanish, you know that almost all we are of Hispanic speech, I defend a little in English, but you I cannot comment the poem, for my loses its sense.
A kiss for you, and have a nice day