An Apple Tree

Dreaming the dreamers dream Smoking the pipers pipe I sat, and we sit In our garden A place where moments counted we Not we moments A place Where the apple tree stood and will stand, as long as these words are read and even longer A tree like any tree. No further from us than ourselves No more or less profound than the being of being That shines visibility When the earth shadows have moved, flickered When Flames of darkness and light Synchronised with the tide of sun. have circumnavigated the tree When shadow sets shadow When all is shadow When all that is is but night sky, ground and a stars reflection In a dew drop