Noumenon

I am but an ancient tree Upstanding in my singularity Ordained by the forest of my forefathers I am full spread reaching for the sun The light of 4.6 billion years never done The source of all things living Blanketed in the first snow of countless seasons Branches laden with the weight of age and gravity Ancestral roots of infinite years Entwined with the pathway of my elders I reach deep into the richness of my mother earth Binding me to the womb of all that's known A fertile union of exquisite definition Conceiving the severity of truth To harvest the heart of compassion A simple white dream A prophet's decree I am captive to move and sway With the purity of this moment Drifting within the winds of wisdom And timeless certainty And in this time and space I become one with that destiny To be or not in the realm of its tranquility To breathe with the rhythm and harmony The beautiful cadence I dance to The tick-tock clock of eternity