Sacred Tree

Scissoring winds avenge her earthborn savagery Branches recovering my instinct to climb, Light penetrating my childhood woodland awe, Crowned with delicate arcs I spread my love of wooded substance Praising horizons of silhouetted dawns Rising above morning mists broad and firm, Twisted and benevolent, cathedrals connected Manifested in infinite complexion. Rooted networks of wordless communication I worshipped the earth reigning in her mythical glory My soul born of her womb and wedded to her effigy. She watching over communities of species, adorning dwellings, Inhaling she collectively sighs at our detached human forms Observing, indulging the naivety of our sobriety, Chopping at her elementary heart. As seasonal leaves come and go, she grows Whilst various flavoured versions, us a people Our blood stains the earth her roots would drink Before our timely capacity to flourish As rich narratives evoking ancient stories Of fermented lives born out of the sun’s burdens Upon etched chasms of a dark moon’s texture In trunks of gnarly un-pliable fixtures, there we hang Stories of our unsolicited lives upon her sacred boughs.