Show me that tree

deep in the boughs

of the mindful forest

And i will touch

shining bark and

golden leaves

with trembling fingers

Though the path behind

may close forevermore

i care not for what is

left behind

The trunk is wide and

thick with the growth

of multiple millenia

moss for a bed

The birds whisper

higher then i can see

but still the tree

is growing

And everything finds

itself removed from

me, and Yggdrasil

is out of Time

And here i will wait

while the snake beneath

and world above

have their play