A tree, planted by water
Its leaves fade not
The rain ever falls
Wisely chosen its lot
Such intricate design
From leaf to bark to root
Twisting, curling upwards
Dressed in brown, earthen suit
In spring or summer or fall
In winter, night or day,
Its vivid green deepens
A radiant display
The river nourishes its boughs
An everlasting glory
Producing nutrient fruit
Of which earth is not worthy
A withered man or woman
May approach with confidence
If they should choose the same path
And drink of transcendence
If they should eat of the fruit
They too shall be firmly planted
Nourished, growing, evergreen
The peace they have always wanted
9-10-12
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