I can stare at a tree a million times,
and see a familiar composition within each.
Roots,
Trunk,
Branches,
Leaves.
It's composition has no surprise
to my eyes because  
It's been the same
my whole life.
But if i look at it,
this one time.
Can i see a tree,
standing tall with branches
reaching out like desperate arms
to proceed past the canopy
in which it's elders have previously formed.
Can i see the bark,
tightly hugging its intricate insides
to protect like a fortified city
that expands and grows stronger
as each day passes by it's walls.
Can i see the leaves,
Dancing with the wind
with a beautiful alliance
to exchange it's touch
with a breath of oxygen to fill my lungs.
Can i see the fullness of life it bears,
As it only proceeds through the
construct of natural inspiration.
Perfect in all it does,
Because it only does
What it is meant to do.
May I live
As this tree i see.