Oh, dear tree,
Weeping down at me,
Do you know more
than what I see?
Have you been places
no mortal has roamed?
Have you broken the barrier
of a deity's hold?
If I did believe,
and maybe I do,
I'd like to relive this as you.
I'd like to discern this earth as you do
To absorb its entirety,
up through my roots.
Above a gazebo,
in a garden fair,
where the light shone,
without being there,
through the sky,
reaching with your boughs
higher than the barrier would allow.
The atmosphere was fractured,
as you stood there.
The epitome of compassion,
symbolic not scarce.
If I did believe,
and maybe I do,
I'd like to live a life as you.
To be enlightened,
to be redeemed,
I'd like to live as a willow tree.