Little figure in the bark
Whisper to me
Like the rustle
Of leaves in the wind…
Eyes of the tree
Speak unto me
Of all the many
Lifetimes you’ve lived…
Your deep,
Secret wisdom
Can only be heard
By those willing to hear.
Your appearance intrigued,
Shocked and amazed me
One breezy
Afternoon clear…
So, dear little friend,
Hidden face in the leaves
Tell me each story
You have to tell.
For I’ve only this day
Left in this sacred space
Til I’m hoping the future
Will find you well…