Tree
like the tree
you can’t see
most of me.
for I am buried
beneath the Earth
gathering nutrients
to weather the storm.
like the tree
my roots hold on tight
making their own path
in the dark.
like the tree
i bloom in the sun
i talk to humans
on their journey
give them wisdom
on their plight.
like the tree
that i see
in my dreams
night after night.
how I long for it again
to see my tree
through the window
of beauty and truth.
a woman in a chair
while her husband
walks around
I want to sit
on the porch with them
and learn of the tree
I want to open
the window next time
to feel the breeze
then fly out
with the wind
wherever it will take me
My tree is there
alone in a field
just like me
alone
in the family tree.
(copyright kerrious 2016 with all rights reserved)
