Nature
The tired tree
Waves goodbye to me
By fluttering its fingers
Of so many brown leaves
Then one breaks off
And flitters down to me
I catch it and look up
And see
All the rest drifting down
And ask, Does it hurt?
And over a chorus of settling sighs
I say I'll see you next year
For now rest in peace
And clutching my umber leaf
I whisper, my breath a realizing puff,
You always come back after you cease to be
This is a secret between us:
Are you Jesus?
Then I look around and spy many more trees
It's a forest of these
Here in the wilderness
God is all around me, see?