The Tree


There is a gentleness among the branches that makes me want
To climb up and into the flowering bouquets
As though protecting and nurturing our sacred Earth
It reaches up, around, and out while quietly bidding us to sit under its shade
Its blossoms wave and weave places for butterfly landings
Gathering birds hold Earth summits
to problem solve the ills of septic humans.

Its mission is to be
Which we do our daily best to honor
As the artist captures the essence of trust
Trust that we will never forsake this lovely tree
A tree that wants to be.
Just be.
In the end, can we?
Let it be?