There is wisdom To be found In the quiet Of the forest The shadow Of the beech leaf Imposes itself upon the maple A dark ovoid shape With a peak hole Through which Shines a beam of light
The image Swishes With staccato grace Across the five-pointed leaf Leaving no trace Of where it has touched Like an eclipse It blocks the sun As it gives way To the gentle breeze
Maple leaf Living high above the earth Do you feel the shadow? Does the coolness Of its shade Relieve you Or cause you despair? Are you as content And accepting As you appear Attached as you are By your stem Clinging to the twig Joined to the branch Growing out from the trunk Touching the earth And digging deeply With steadfast roots Penetrating down To reach the same water That trickles by In the creek beside the tree
Do you feel the branch Swing down Under the weight Of the female cowbird?
Can you sense The movement Of the tiny legs Of the bright-eyed insect Wisping across your surface?
Do you worry Or simply accept Your veins will Bring you nourishment So you might carry on Shading, protecting, sustaining Restoring the air Which we breathe Removing the toxins And supplying oxygen For as long as Your life allows?
And, at summer’s end, Do you mourn As your green color Morphs To yellow, or orange Or red Setting off A breathtaking display Of foliage Then releasing your grasp You fall to the earth Or do you accept your death In order that you might give life In a different manner?