Wise Tree by Anna Puleo

A tree
Could you imagine me
Being a tree?
Maybe in another life
This I could see.
The resonating humm
Of a cold dark winters’ night wind
Swirling ‘round as if it hadn’t sinned
Hot summer sun beating my branches
Near urban houses or rural ranches
I bend I bow I even metamorphasize
I grow in directions without sin or lies
My lower bark, like skin of man
Is aged, yet wise.
And unlike man, I can’t see into your eyes.
But I have a soul,
Perfect and clear
So don’t go away, come near come here.
Know my wisdom is full of life
Hold me, know me when you feel strife.