The Tree And I
the tree and i
we are feeling as one
in its motionless gesture
of its leaves that fall
and touch me
my skin that wrap my
fingers they rub and
arrive at a beginning
they stay for a while
they do not talk
they stay longer in a while
a dew comes out
from the pores of both
leaf and finger
a glow arises from
a glance and then
they all look
up to the blue skies
their gazes long
and they are lost
and they all sing
the praises about
these feelings of
eternity. They had
long been asking
what is their beginning
and now they are
asking if there is
an end to all these
bitter barks and
sticky saps and
happy tendrils and
hoping seeds.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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