The Tree And Me
The old oak tree on mulberry
Road, blossoms with
The purity and light of some
Long lost childhood wonders.
It’s great roots burrow
Into the Earth pike greedy fingers
Searching for trolls.
They weave through the soil
Like the stringy fragments
Of a shattered soul.
It’s great branches hold up
Young to the caping of the
Ever-watching sky,
Forever above the ever-sleeping
Placid bones below.
It was planted there in my youth
And like its roots,
I search for my place in this great
Open expanse if a world.
I grow, it grows.
I move, it moves.
I sigh, it sighs.
And together we live as if
One.
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