Trees always grow toward the sun,
As if in reverent prayer.
As a child, I stood
Always in awe, looking up –
Wondering, what stood
As the basis of their resolve.
Reaching beyond and through
What we simple humans
Term as ‘distraction’,
The elder oak views as ‘play’.
Our perception draws the
Voice of context into
The realm of possibility,
When we allow it.
Just as the tree
Holds the capacity for
A young girl to dream.
We are, at heart, the same.
And when we begin to view
This world without comment,
Only then do the heavens
Become within our reach.

Wishing all only beautiful things on this glorious day…

In peace..

Namaste ❣️