That tree over there, That tree you see,
That tree keeps whispering knowledge to me.
It’s a mover and a shaker yet grounded by its maker
I can see its roots are long. How many lifetimes has it seen?
I know the weather must have been mean because that tree knows
my name and my rhyme but has no measure for time. Only respect to
seasons as it grows. That tree knows when to let go is when the wind blows.
Wait a minute you can’t see. You can’t see the forest because of the tree.
Then take a step back with me because I don’t want you to miss the
beauty of this big family and as we move in closer again, you’ll see
there’s beauty and there’s a family inside that tree. Several species
finding comfort, from birds to ants, squirrels and flea and
without the production of roots, raindrops, and leaves
I would not be. So I listen. I listen when that tree
speaks to me. That tree over there you see.
Tells me to spread my branches
and shake
my leaves
Inhale
this
gift of
oxygen
and
Breathe as I please