Tree As Soul

you stand content many arms unfolded what is it that you show to one who’s heart has been heavily molded by those who have smirked mocked oft times scolded your wiry breadth expansive green and lush the whisper there spins a tale to all who fell off trapped in undying rush to not attend the head but to heed the hush for as you are rooted quite fixed on a spot for all time no matter how you yearn fret or complain you simply cannot occupy other plain which time has forgot gently you gesticulate noble and proud you never seem to mind transience of day elasticity of cloud the siren-call of lesser minds swayed by a crowd were I to touch you would you help me to see that all that is imminent that all which seems dark simply serves a plea of grasping the essence of that which is free