One tree, in my vacant overgrown yard.
This plant has no soul, no feelings, nor eyes to view its surroundings.
All the tree knows is its deep roots underneath the soil.
Yet the tree once felt the pain that once bothered me.

Rain falls blissfully to the ground,
fixed to the ground the tree absorbs its health.
The tree has no need for me.
However I find comfort in such a massive plant.

So many moons pass,
so many suns rise and fall,
seasons pass, time flies like a never-ending light.
Yet the tree stands still absorbing whatever it can so survive.

Passive souls fly past the tree.
We never take the time to realize how blessed we truly are.
The tree, so calm and patient,
waiting for the next rain.