The wind wound round your bark Spiralling lines and shapes
Binding your roots into the foreverness of life’s
unknowingness
Reaching up to the cloud dappled sky
Protected by the nights stars and moons
You stand tall and fervent
And flow effortlessly through the light of day
Silently you grow and bud through the cycles of life
And drop your leaves in the shivering quiver of the
winter winds breath
You stand alone
Perfectly balanced
In the beauty of this garden
How many of us give time to admire you
And appreciate this garden
Which would be different without your presence
You are an embellishment of life itself
Echoing the frame of our bones
Gracefully you grow
Gracefully you go
Into the eternal nowness
Togetherness
And
Foreverness
My tree of life
© Phamie Gow August 18th 2020. Spylaw Park
