Tree

Of its kind it is biggest of all And its presents moves my very soul It is a tree colossal and tall It is a tree of life that will never fall The moss runs deep like layers of spirit towards the top of the tree It covers it head to toe with divine majesty From higher base grows it’s all encompassing theory From that base force beyond continuum of soul states its supremacy In the trees boughs wind whispers like time Being beyond it makes the tree sublime The mathematical nirvana yields magic of the prime The hidden essence of life is written in this rhyme When icicles cover the tree in winter They wrap its visage in beautiful crystal armor When sun beams hit it they shine like deep amber In spring tree grows green shoots and its spirit becomes even dreamier