I dreamt I was a tree
Waking up in spring time.
At first, I struggled to move,
To speak, and even to scream.
But the bark, my skin, held tight.
So many things cannot be said!

In desperation, I looked around
Then saw another tree nearby.
It stretched out towards the sky
Upholding its branches with grace,
Upturned in peace and serenity.
Some things have to be seen to be understood.

It looked at me with kindness and compassion,
And a certain sadness
From memories past.
Then, it closed its eyes with a laconic smile
And bid me do the same.
Some things do not need to be said to be understood.

I buried deep into the ground
And felt the nourishment drawing in.
I reached out towards the sky
And basked in the life-giving sun.
A smile arose from a shared bond.
Some things have to be felt to be understood.

Two trees stood side by side,
In silence. Nothing was said.
At that instant, the wind blew and their leaves swirled together in the air.
Some things are innate
And defy any comprehension,
Safe perhaps from silent inner understanding.