There's a tree I see
through my bedroom opening,
a sacred tree only I see.

I climb up high
feeling life's weight crease.

I see birds dancing on winds.

Why wasn't I born with wings,
free to take flight,
would I return
or become absorbed
in awe of views.

I do my thinking here,
one with nature,
bark my solace,
branches my balance,
leafs my cover
sparkling in bright light.

I see  beauty as far as my eyes can see,
new life unfolding
surrounding me.

My sacred place
where I can be me,
dreams,
Reality,
words pour from me.

(SW)