The Tree Across The Way

Hello there old friend; I see you and you see me, You are the still and I the movement; You watch me in the early hour when my feet move. Patiently, you wait for my breath to ruffle your leaves. Those leaves that come and go like thoughts. In your yesterday which was for me so long ago, when your branches were bare and your flowers red, my solitude was but a slow drip into a still pond. And yet, you were there; your eyes so large yet so still. With stillness, you watch a dense forest grow. And without a flinch, you blow a breeze of joy into my heart. I can watch you and lay on you; you heal me. I can feel a fusion from deep in the earth flow; through your roots and branches into leaves and flowers, thoughts and feelings. Your empathy cries with a slow drip of sap. You whisper in my ear with the change of a season. I hear you and you hear me, In ways that no other soul could be, yours is beautiful. And just like your leaves, you will pass and too will I. But you know that, and are okay with it. You live now. Your universe is our universe. You great arbitor of peace, thank you.