Monday, January 25, 2021

Sit with me, friends, 'neath Newton's mythic tree
to feel its roots reach below so deeply

as its arching branches soar high above.
Could there be any question of its love? 

That in its balance, strength? In its strength, light?
That it shines as it shades and bends with might? 

That in its quiet curves, its knots and bows
it answers all our queries, whys and hows?

Like how to keep on standing as storms rage
or why we fight the book but love the page.

Though its rough bark may wake us to life's pains,
its eager leaves protect us from the rains.

And when old forces push us to new lows,
sit with me, friends, to learn all that it knows.

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week