The Tree

Once a tree spoke to me in words of color and grace.

It said to exist it had to persist in its purpose to have its place.

In hues of green it said it had seen many a year and season

With interesting features like other creatures, which added branches of reason.

Diversity flourishing, nature nourishing participants on life's stage.

Constantly changing and rearranging turns the evolutionary page.

Death and birth for mother earth, two sides of the same coin.

Are lessons learned when the tree is burned? In front of the hearth they join

To warm their feet in its radiant heat it protects and it shelters,

And mother earth's womb feeds its seeds to once again shade when summer swelters.