summer tree
dotted all over with red
oh, christmas
Many days I have passed by this tree at the edge of the woods with its red and green leaves. Day after day standing tall between heaven and earth, enjoying the sun and the moon rising up as the night owl sings. Does it breathe, I wonder, breathe slowly and deeply? Is it happy to be alive, in love with life? How old is this tree, I wonder, is it older than me? How long will it live, how much longer? Is it singing, I wonder, if I stand here long enough will I hear it’s holy song?
