Your image—symbolic of all life
Your message—Truth
Your gnarly limbs sprawl patiently across solid ground
in spatial movement anchored by earth-probing fingers;
digging deep, reaching high, breathing in, breathing out.
I ponder the fractals in your leaves,
Study the mystery of patterns looping,
Spiraling through the barks of time,
Wonder at your perfect design,
Climb into your embrace
To feel anxieties shake loose and die drifting,
Fluttering gracefully like leaves to the earth,
mulch for the coming season.
If I could be more absorbing, reflecting,
existing in the sun, stars, moon—rooted
in the comfort of knowing the earth
Who is our mother,
If I could be loving like your shade when all else seems unbearable,
And when meaning has lost its savor,
be accepting of transformation—seasons of greatness and seasons of fallow,
be the bearer of richness and depth,
upright, strong and true,
I could be more like you.
(c) Karen K.L. Espaniola 2013, All Rights Reserved
hinarising 
Apr 30, 2014 @ 05:48:11
Love the last bit hue most but this is beautiful. Thank you for the life of inspiring words:)
Apr 30, 2014 @ 06:40:51
🙂 Thank you! Glad it was inspiring. Must have been those years of patchouli! :)))