Saturday, October 8, 2016

Where it falls, the tree does grow

Where it falls, the tree does grow,
Though it travels many miles
Seeing wonders on its way
Roots itself one day
Planting flags
In the womb of earth
Cracking open her.
Up it comes,
Who is to say when she will end?
But, the seed is not the tree.

Where is the tree?
I cannot find it still.
I’ll seek no more.
Instead--

Rest under its boughs.

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