the lily tree
standing in a valley
clear blue sky above
dappled clouds in virgin white.
hazy light
sifting through
to the peach fuzz blossoms.
serenity
in divine waters
flowing past the tranquil sight.
seasons morphing
everlasting
time only hinted by the aging tree.
it bloomed through summer
reclused in winter
slowly reopening for spring.
by day
it was the suns
radiating with all is light.
by eve
it belonged to the moon
cradled with the stars.
by night
the wind held its heart
slowing to glimpse the spire.
by dawn
it was owned by rain
cascading down in idyllic falls.
the elements of night and day
slowed there course of nature
and all for this tree.
to watch
to experience
to be a part of her life.
but the bliss was soon ended
for the tree imbibed its last
the sun shone no more
the moon dulled to grey
the wind rattled the valley
the rain fell silent in agony
the life that it had once possessed lost all meaning as of then.
through its assumed glory the tree had lived
it seemed to have all;
its happiness
its hope
its protector
its life.
to those who never lived
never understood
never visited
the tree
would never miss it
as it had always thought.
the world had meant so much to the tree
but the tree never meant anything to the world
the cause of death
loneliness.
the tree was loved, yes.
but its heart was just as empty
its roots were severed by hate
jealousy
secrets
remorse
the tree tried to live
but in the end all was hopeless
and she had come for herself
and left the immortal in bliss
--me (june 24, 2006)