O tree outside <br />my window, <br />with your yellowgreen <br />lettucelike leaves, <br />swishing bells <br />in the spring breeze, <br /> <br />I breathe <br />your breath <br />and you breathe mine, <br />a holy symbiosis. <br /> <br />You give life to my <br />exhausted flesh and spirit <br />as I lie upon my bed. <br /> <br />I do not know your Secret. <br />You must contain <br />some great Secret, <br />touched by a divine wand. <br /> <br />No wonder the Druids <br />worshipped you, <br />simplicity itself <br />beneath and mingling <br />with the sacred sky, <br />all but forgotten <br />in the asphalt world, <br /> <br />your great, bearded head <br />buried below ground, <br />your long limbs <br />a ballet in the breeze, <br /> <br />some great Secret <br />in your hoary <br />vegetable brain, <br /> <br />your life so <br />unlike my life <br /> <br />yet joining me <br />through unseen <br />capillaries in the air, <br /> <br />blessing me and making <br />my life so much more tolerable <br />with even a glance at you <br />than if were you not here. <br /> <br />O tree outside my window, <br />accept my human <br />words of thanks.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-the-tree-outside-my-window/
