A vision in the night
was bound to take its toll.
I struggled to awake
before it took my soul.

I stood before my window
in utter quiet and fear.
A breeze blew my candle light
Something was in the air.

It was tall and dark
the moon revealed its form.
My heart thumped in my chest
the air damp and warm.

“What are you?”, I asked.
My voice sounded foreign.
“I’ve come to reveal
the reason you were born.

“Come sit in my shadow
and listen to a tale
about a lucky man, whom
many fortunes have fell.

T’is not about the money
or the blessings you’ve known,
but about your Tree of Life
and how it has not grown.

Once a mere sapling
so young and carefree.
Full of hope and promise
the sky your destiny.

The sun graced your presence.
Rain danced on your leaves.
But you squandered opportunity
and spread disbelief.

So heed my words of last.
The seasons come and go.
Provide shade and shelter,
by your fruits they will know.”

A tear rolled down my face
as I looked around to see.
The moon revealed the form
that was a beautiful tree.