The tree of life
We search for it
But first we must find the garden

What we seek
Is not a myth
Except in hearts that can only harden

Stripped of bark
By my own hand
My roots dig deep seeking their pardon

Birds find a branch
But it is only time passing
They always leave when skies darken

The wind blows
It chooses my direction
There is no reason in my life’s burden

Though the rain pours
The soil softens below
As you remember how to grow once again