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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