Tree

Trees

Growth into heaven, beyond the. universe. Tiny seed you must.

In my youth, take root deep earth. Soil of man, potential caged.

My mother called nature birth my soul. Essence; reveal me now. Above the surface.

From rain, from sunlight, I rise. Eyes feasted on my bark. Leaves boastful

Like the plume of a peacock, bright permeating everywhere, forever.

Robust, imposing silently. So much so creatures find me home. Secure inside.

Who? Birds to and fro. Nest there love. Monkeys swing symphonic. Carefree. Trust in branch.

I am tree; glorious I take up great space. I belong here I scream boldly.

My mother called nature smiles with her eyes and mouth. She says “Creation; I’m proud of you”