Photograph by Jessica Iachia

I am the Tree

You don’t always see me
But I see you
I am the sage above and beneath you.
You may enjoy my shade,
The purity I bring to the air,
I am a being of peace beyond compare.
I, too, communicate
With all those around,
But our different dimensions of time
make it hard hearing the sound.
Some chose me for nesting,
To grow a nice family
Others for resting,
And soak in my energy.
This is how,
The enlightened one came about,
In my presence, he meditated
Saw through his moments of doubt.
So, now, can you see?
I am the ancient in the picture,
I am the bountiful Tree.