I shan’t ever tire of looking at you
and that wooden stare of yours
you never seem to change your look
yet you’re always in style
you give so much to this world
and yet demand nothing of it
is that what it means to be enlightened?

Your majestic limbs
are ever so elegant
whether in rain or shine
and every time i gaze at you
i learn a little more about wisdom
i look ever forward
to our wordless conversations
in which you’ve inspired me countless times
though i’ve never really thanked you.

I wish to know your secret
how do you stay so perfectly still?
and which mantra do you recite?
i try do a pose in your tribute every now and then
your image comforts me and it also haunts me
you are like a deity
i adore and worship you
yet you are not a god
—close enough, I suppose.

If tomorrow you were to exist no more
i would be sad, somewhat
but it shan’t be for long
because I know there will be but more of you
your kind have existed long before me
and will continue to long after i’m gone
life goes on, often unnoticed.