Found by speaking the same language

How does one at once know everything yet in the grand scheme nothing?

For in the drop of wisdom rose a tree whose roots were good

Standing in the forest I breathe the air the trees breathe out

A little sweeter for the kindness in the bows

Standing with a great tree who speaks more of times unspoken and things unknown to be known eventually

Keeps her secrets in her leaves

Such a quiet temperance, yet such a calm serenity

As majestic as a royal appears all in drapes of riches and majesty

As calm and beautiful as a tree who whethers the storm on a cliff all alone

Surrounded by trees who breathe the air like any other tree this grand wonder

Breathes sweetly in the unbreatheable and exhales a soft kindness that clears so many fears

That I have standing by this great being

And yet,

To call her anything else but a tree would surely cause her to deny,

I am but a tree she would say in this great forest of trees who encourage their own logging

But, here, standing in the forest she towers

The air is sweeter, her leaves are greener

Under her is a haven for all these wonderful creatures

She enables such wonderful things.

Can I appreciate her?

Can I help her?

Can I breathe the air I breathe and as I exhale add a sweetness such as she does?

Maybe I will spend my life learning the ways

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