There is something
Dark and mysterious
About a tree-
The way it twists and
Tangles
And bends with
The wind.
The way it changes
And dies and
Is born again.
For each ring
Exists a story,
Waiting to be
Told-
Another dream
Beneath its
Branches…
To lie quietly
Under a tree
Flat on your back
And wondering,
To invite its
Leaves to come
To you
And offer
Something new.
To sense the sadness
Of the tree
The way its leaves are
Weeping…
And yet the tree
Comforts you
In your time of
Need.
