I am a walking tree of divinity
and poetry is my life.
Experience after experience
fills the many pages of life.

Some people see my beauty
so we feel oneness,
while others walk right by.

Fall leaves hold
happy and sad experiences
each to be woven in a tapestry.

Winter a time to reflect
and take things in stride
weather storms or blue skies.

Spring a time to blossom
as chapters expand.

And Summer time
to bond with tree
sisters and brothers.

I am a walking tree of divinity
scribing all seasons
for a readers eyes.