Yvonne Osborne at The Organic Writer is hosting a Festival of Trees and this is my entry for the magical festival of words and art she put together...
The ancient tree releases millions of seeds every day.
One finds nourishing soil.
It is you.
The earth hears the song of the seed and cups the dirt with its holy hands. The seed sprouts a smile.
The earthworms feel the vibrations of a party and boogie over. The sun winks at the green nub. The wind piques its curiosity with a tickle. The moon whispers the little one's secret name.
In this way, the universe gave me life, too.
You grow as quick as bamboo in my world. You are strong as oak, and as shy about this inner strength as a rose opening in the morning.
Your leaves spread a canopy, coloring the afternoon sunlight green and sweet as grapes.
Your roots run deep into me.
How could this happen? I do not know.
We journeyed our entire lives to arrive here, both of us with knots lodged within the rings of our lives. Nobody is perfect, or maybe we all are since we all have our knots.
The sun sinks lower. Your canopy reddens ever so slightly. The moon calls both of our secret names.
You invite me to climb up. I swing on your branches like a tarzan.
No place I would rather be than in your tree house having fun.
No place I would rather be than in the green palace of your arms forever.