is a treasure burst forth into the sky;
a fissured relic covered in emeralds
that change with the voice of equinox.
A treeis a benevolent caretaker for the wild;
a framework of weathered arms
holding nests, refuge, and insect treats.
A treeis a teacher of patience and endurance;
a primeval soul bearing the fruit and labor
of the illusion we call Time.
A treeis our third parent of unconditional love;
a haven of cool shade and wonderment
beneath a sentry of leaves.
(From the books Kairos and Collected Poems)