for Zac.
It goes deeper than you think,
Higher than yesterday.
No matter what the tree sees,
How small its world is,
It seems aware of something
We often miss.
Even the tree that lives
Between two gray buildings
Grows wiser
And more patient
With each dawn.
Time scars it.
Men too.
Never reproachful,
It provides shelter for other species,
Inspiration for poets,
Shade for summer afternoons,
A hiding place for lovers.
Its strength and permanency,
Spiritual verticality,
Resistance to the wind,
Acceptance of seasons,
Grateful existence,
Oneiric grace,
Disarming simplicity,
Mirror my love for you.
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