to be as a tree

sharing breath
with passersby
blind to the beauty

the abundant life
the resolute purpose
the natural stillness

standing tall
reaching out

the playful leaves
sometimes too skittish
but always present
sometimes plucked
for an unknown purpose

people pass
the tree ever present

then for a moment
the creator speaks
the world awakens
the wind whispers

look
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