Unraveling Layers of Being

A simple poem about trees.

So still.

Self-sustaining.

Yet focused and not easily moved.

Its roots grow without having to chase anything.

It doesn’t need to source for food.

It is life

and provides life.

It attracts life:

birds,

animals,

worms,

humans.

It gives life.

It gives fruits.

But it doesn’t move.

It just is.

And grows stronger through time

year after year,

through all the seasons:

summer,

fall,

winter,

spring.

It goes in cycle.

It is wise.

It has lived more than humans.

More ancient than mankind.

Its fruit allowed men to see life.

Strong is the tree of life.

I want to flow like a tree.

Maybe that’s the ultimate paradox.

Maybe just Being,

without chasing,

will give me more life.