The Denouement

My heart weakened by its innumerable years continues to flutter its plangent beats. An ancient maple tree, its leafless naked branches calls for me to rest beside its protective scaly bosom, for it sees a messenger perched upon my shoulder. I feel its pulsing inner core gently whispering of things forgotten. My tortured troubled intellect fails to comprehend the language of its quintessence. My shriveled breast listens and its fundamental makeup comprehends its declaim. The benevolent and hospitable giant with invisible web feet bids me to become part of its composition. My inner self understands its venerable message for it whimpers like a malnourished neglected infant waiting impatiently to suckle its mother. Oh! If only I could creep into its nucleus and curl up in a fetal position to expiate my sins while transmuting my nonspiritual body into it’s vibrant sap and feed its vascular cambium system so that my essence can once again Return to its natural state.