The Black Elastic Tree Poem by Benjamin Icon Ede

I am the black elastic tree;
Still standing tall,
All through the rugged bowel of time
Amidst green soil
Once harvested into desert,
By host of white locust.

Still standing strong-
The black elastic tree;
Though waist twisted
By kleptomaniac fingers of rude whirlwinds,
That lure-bent my back,
Head low bowed
For their feeble fingers to pluck my golden apples-
But am still standing tall-
The black elastic
Whence perched metalic birds
Whose flapping wings
My silvery leaves away drifted
On greedy wings of strange winds
And lane carved for metalic millipedes
Whose bowel bears my golden petals;
But am still standing tall-
The black elastic tree.