Somewhere in the deep woods
I am standing blossoming with vigor
and growing in my branches
with ripening fruit
enclosing the seed of the future
awaiting that timeless moment
in the prolific season
when the seed will find itself
assimilated to sprout again
in the unfailing womb of creation.
As the Tree of Life
though seemingly whole
I silently persist
in clinging to earth
for sustenance and power
to realize the eternal glory
of the cycle of changing seasons.
