On Tree

Just a plain old TREE. I Ignored the weather satisfied with me . I Looked at TREE. What if anything do I knoe about TREE. It used to be a thing made out of wood , always tall, with branches near the ground. Roots fingering the ground. Life comes up somehow to TREE. Water cascades down to ground, seeping slowly into ROOT. ROOT transmogrifies the water into inner sanctum stuff known only to the Lord. People still tell me, Tree just cannot live. There is no real feeling in TREE. There is knowledge in TREE or it would be a blade of grass. People say the life is in the seed or sapiling. I think the knowledge is in the MAN, the ONE who can. He Makes all the TREE begin , upon a distant planet, Creates the thing again, in the courtyard of his KING. And every meadow of his earth. The ONE who gave me birthe the second time around. The ONE who gave me TREE. And Time to write this down. The Virgin Birth. t