Sunday, October 14, 2012

Dreaming tree take two

I've been thinking about dreaming trees as of late, and decided to write something about them.


Each moment born from thoughts dropped like pebbles in a pond.

One day a bird ate a piece of fruit
And with that meal the bird ingested many things
Like sunlight turned into sugar
Vitamin and color
And perhaps the most powerful of all
The bird ingested a seed
A hard package of potential
A temporal passenger
 With a wishful ticket of tomorrow
To an undisclosed location
A lifelong destination, if it was one of the lucky ones

The bird flew with vigor
Call it a boost
A sugar rush
Perhaps even enjoyment
Of a sweet aftertaste on the tongue

Lofting upon a branch
Where it watched ants march in search
Of apple cores and crumbs
The seed was passed
Splatting upon the ground
With a creamy surrounding
Sure enough to make a lip curl in disgust
And a soil microbe smile in an opportunistic rush
Of fine dining

Time passes and change which endureth forever
Flows

Windstorm of seemingly angry fervor
Shoves over those weak and hollow
Snapping limbs and speckling eyes with dust
Or is it tough love just brushing up
Little invisible cyclones in corners only revealed by wrappers and leaves
A little pushy until things eventually settle
And creaky trunks rock like slowing tunes
Sunshine greets new ground and feet
When trees fall
water gets redistributed differently
and sometimes a patient seed with just what it needs
reaches up through thirsty dirt to kiss the sky
and then dig in

These infants
Saplings suckling sunlight
From time to time become a dreaming tree
That towers over a domain
And pulls not only wildlife but people
To some magnetic cohesion of grace and shade
Centurion providers
The dreaming tree becomes
A part of our life
It becomes a marker on our paths and maps of our story
The dreaming tree speaks
In profound abundance and atavistic simplicity
We thank the dreaming tree
We all have one somewhere in our childhood or future
We thank the dreaming tree It tells stories of family, love, and growth
They let us dream of something more
We thank the dreaming tree
Let us remember to also thank the bird.

2 comments:

griff said...

Wow! How much a certain tree does mean to us and that all conditions and circumstances must be just right for it to sprout and grow! This reminded me of the maple in Nanny and papas yard we used to get up in and hang on! The stump is there now but it had the greenest leaves when we were younger. I think ill plant a new one just like that soon in the very spot.

Adam said...

I remember the tree so very well and fondly. I loved climbing up on it and remember both of us doing so. I remember falling out of it once too! I think that's a great idea about planting one there.