“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky,” Kahlil Gibran
From tiny seed that falls upon
The ground, fertility
A sprout now reaches for the light
For all the world to see
Without a thought, the sprout unfurls
Innately it does grow
Recorded in the halls of time
Its poem begins to show
From tiny sprout to mighty oak
Or apple tree that fruits
The tree that’s meant to spring to life
Methodically now roots
Digging deep within the earth
It claims its space and gives
It dances with the winds of change
Its poem is real, it lives
And daily they are written
Upon the sky you see
A life expressing destiny
Not shoulds, but “meant to be”
And reading poems now written
Upon the sky by trees
Awakens our innate desire
To live our “meant to bes”
Our passion seeks to fall upon
The ground, fertility
To sprout and reach up for the light
For all the world to see
This passion is our poem
To write upon the sky
With Love, with Joy, with Ecstasy
To lift our wings and fly
It Is So and So It Is
Peace & Blessings 