I stood beneath the tree of life, <br />And beheld the setting fruit. <br />Growing through the joy and strife, <br />In every direction grew the shoots. <br /> <br />Branches extended to the sky, <br />With fruit of every kind. <br />So beautiful it made me cry, <br />And it's enormity boggled my mind. <br /> <br />When the tree was young so long ago, <br />I had it in my mind, <br />If ever it would get to grow, <br />And put forth more of it's kind. <br /> <br />And now as I sit in it's cooling shade, <br />And feel the gentle breeze, <br />I can behold the seedlings it has made, <br />I can't see the forest through the trees.<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beneath-the-tree-of-life/
