THE WISDOM OF THE OLD WHITE TREE

Poem: N0. 05, 29th February 2024

The tree, usually stoic in nature, allowed itself to be crafted through the exaltation of the wind

Nestled within the aroma and sweetness of the air, its browned leaves let go of their tropical colour

Their morphology transforming under the brush strokes of winter from the Great North.

Nestled underneath a mound of snow, the leaves waltzed,

White as foam, they blanketed the entire horizon

And gradually, just like calm waves,

They drifted softly towards the shores of hope.

Allowing roots to deepen and emerge from the core of the earth

Hardened and somber against the paleness of the freshly fallen snow,

Two stories entangled and disentangled with purpose

Bringing us to the birth of an ultimate reality.

Though Nature extends part of itself towards us, it does not lose in strength. Perhaps this would be the message left by the twigs stretching onto the whiteness of the lands... They make the shadow of the tree visible yet they are not born of the shadow.

And thus the wisdom of the old white tree has been shared with us.

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