a tree

a tree
growing alone
standing free
reaching
for the centre of earth
warmth in the heart
sap feeding
leaves
falling
seeds floating
to be
where they will be
branches
touching sky
chasing a star
sweet affinity
to hear
ice dripping
in the night
rustling breeze
soothing
rings
ever widening
recording the seasons
of
time

 

Words © 2002 by Jane Wallace
Images © 2002 by Reverend Douglas James

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