There was a tree that grew from a seed.
It grew gnarled and pollinated itself.
Over time, the tree dropped seed
That would not take.
The tree grew flowers of wisdom
Who fell slowly into void.
A leaf of money fell from the tree one day
To germinate a vine.
Now, the vine chokes the tree,
Threatening all its life.
The tree does not know
If there are other trees,
Some of her branches dying,
Some of her leaves not minding.
Does the tree want to live
The orchids of the vine
Are infecting our only tree
C.R. Daugherty, given name Christopher Raymond Daugherty and colloquially known to his affiliates as Chris, hails from Senoia, Georgia and currently resides in the Ocala National Forest of the United States of America. He has been to the site of Pont du Hoc of Normandie, France where the Fuehrer’s German forces were overcome by Allied powers during the second world war. He served in the United States Army and was a paratrooper for four years of service. C.R. Daugherty is published in Poetry’s 2003 annual yearbook and is a continuing contributor to GloMag, an e-zine. C.R. Daugherty has published ten eclectic books of poetry via the internet, including Opal via cyberwit, 88 Poems & Buy the River: A Picnic in Six Course by Kindle Direct Publishing on amazon, and Phoenix by Authorhouse, the latter most of which is available at multiple online book distributors… He passionately enjoys writing poetry while fueled by espresso roasts. He also enjoys abiding by traditional forms and loves mostly bucolic themes. Mr. Daugherty’s eclectic styles, forms, and vocabulary combined with his somewhat bohemian conventions for composing prosody have made him a unique and curiously esoteric contributor to the fine arts. But then again, is not this last statement by some index true of all poets?