DREAMING THE LIFE OF TREE
On a bright summer day
when the afternoon time hits you hard in the face
an arboreal dream swallows the day.
Amazing this earth and
amazing its multiple hands .
This ancient tree has thousands of aeons marked on its bark
and like pages of a carbon print
I wanted to feel it,
flick through its pages,
write my name with a knife
on one of the random finds.
But the greatest wonder came
when one day someone had overtaken me and already taken possession of the tree.
It seemed the tree and the man knew what it was to survive centuries
with a single thread of love
running between them and calling,
aeons after aeons
to keep their tryst with time.
A young man had lain his head
trustfully in the lap of the tree.
He was dreaming the life of tree.
On a bright summer day
when the afternoon time hits you hard in the face
an arboreal dream swallows the day.
Amazing this earth and
amazing its multiple hands .
This ancient tree has thousands of aeons marked on its bark
and like pages of a carbon print
I wanted to feel it,
flick through its pages,
write my name with a knife
on one of the random finds.
But the greatest wonder came
when one day someone had overtaken me and already taken possession of the tree.
It seemed the tree and the man knew what it was to survive centuries
with a single thread of love
running between them and calling,
aeons after aeons
to keep their tryst with time.
A young man had lain his head
trustfully in the lap of the tree.
He was dreaming the life of tree.
Image :Credit: Hector Merced
A place to dream
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