Untrue is everything in my perception of importance,
I am not of any consequence
unlike the trees.
My unrealistic expectations and worries will pass,
I consider myself too much
but not the trees.
We live, reproduce and die leaving no eternal legacy
of love and acceptance of oneness
so inherent in the trees.
They live in harmony wherever their seeds fall
it doesn’t matter rich or poor soil ,
trees seek the light.
Providing shade, rest and food for all that come
with welcoming arms outstretched
trees don’t discern.
Understanding, graceful, warm and generous
beautiful, tactile and precious
the lovely trees.
© Stella Armour 2017