My Talk with the Tree

Do you feel the breeze, its cool touch so gentle?

I see it shake the trees

An effect that’s incidental

Are the sun’s rays hotter so much higher in the sky?

They warm me and they feed me, but to compare? I can’t comply.

You were small once also, were you not, Old Friend?

True, but distant memories have a way of wandering off around the bend.

It’s true that your existence has stretched much further than mine

Yes, much time still remains in which your light may shine

Do you tire of the birdsongs, or the croaking of the frogs?

Never

What about the sight of sunrise, or the touch of fog?

I will delight in them forever

What wisdom can you offer to one such as myself?

Take joy in all the world’s creations; nature is the spirit’s wealth