And it came to pass
in a foggy clime by the North Coast sea
far from city lights
a man became a tree.
And the seeds of life fell on good ground
and in a thoughtful way took hold
and in this sea salt air
breathed a clearer vision.
This would be no beach blanket vision
or pina colada trade wind tanning oil dream
It would be a dream of driftwood and broken shells
that once had life, where sand pipers and gulls
feed and peck away at what the tide brings in
Nightlife and nightclubs, parking spaces were memories
gaining rust on backboards and rims that sent missed shots
rebounding off into some other court and game
His daily devotion would be the ground he was planted in
and the filtered sun beaming passages of hope and inspiration
It was the simple dog walk routines of life
and pleasures found in a backyard with ball and stick
that caused his heart to bounce
Guided by the filtered sun his path was green and light
until he found himself tall and stout
as well as any of the fine trees around him
Cedar cowboys, Redwood indians, Pine tree pilgrims and pioneers,
transplants and strays in need of space and time
and unfettered vision
All because the Lord sought us out and grafted us in like new sprigs
that take hold and prosper like the blue figs of summer
and the sweet sugar pines with ends better than their beginnings
It didn't matter fog or sun all the same to him he strengthened
And after many days the bread cast upon the waters returned
in a dream where where you planted your heart
was what that mattered .
© charlie brannick 2016