Forbidden tree, beautiful Sykeus,
I will spill your seeds, and risk enlightenment,
though it means long hours of toil.
Here, in the wilderness, you are my courage and fortitude
and a flexible place to call my home.
I will build, not to impress, but to shelter and renew,
and I know you will feed me – together we will bear great fruit.
Fig Tree
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A beautiful poem, with more unsaid than said. I had to look Sykeus up (thanks for that)…interesting!
Figtree is the name of my company. Sometimes people want to know why. Some people think I am saying ‘Victory’. Language is so interesting.