Tree to my Soul

The endless roots of faith, happiness, and love, founded by a seed

In the depths of the soil of the earth, mother nature has given life

A tree, has been planted, it is growing, it is the shade upon our head

The beauty of the world, the home for nature, and the dwelling of a landscape

To my soul, I feel its branches, the limbs that reach to the sky, I want to fly

I want to breathe, the budding leaves, the blossoms in bloom, and shoot

To the heavens, and touch the clouds, with every inch of my body, with all my brain

In the lungs of a tree, the aging of a miracle, the memories, the photos in each ring

Of the wood, upon the face of an old and dying soul, it must now be taken down

Though it shall never lose its crown, because it has spread another seed, and now it is free

To live, and to die, it touches every moment in time, and my native blood will flow

Into the ground, with the burial of a spirit, that none can ever know, may it grow

Looking up into the sky, I know its place is forever, and my love reaches out

With my arms, around each branch, I can feel the thunder of the Cherokee chant

And know that this tree, had lived the same life, in past, in wonder, in a golden masterpiece

My tree to my soul, will be with you in the next time, we shall lay in the shade, once again, as the blue jays dance