Our world is a tree, ancient and sturdy
With vital root buried deep in the loving earth
Spreading its myriad branches
beyond the reaches of my mind
Drinking wholly of the Mother's milk
Every tiny leaf, a life
to blow in the unyielding winds of fate
The most delicate branches at the loftiest heights
the leaves that are you and me
Every anthem of change, each song of renewal
whether played on the wind's blessed flute
or carried on the bee's tiny wing
moves not the mighty trunk
but sways the leaves in the current of life
The dance of the seasons goes ever on
Every leaf a minstrel, the tree our stage
This tree stands not alone my friends
Only one of an unknowable gathering
In a shadowed forest standing in grandest silence
The many together dancing in stillness
The festival of the Divine in ever changing color
We are but adornments in this endless revelry
To shine and dance our lives we live
To fly on the winds when the tree sets us free
- Chris Getz
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