Sunday, January 31, 2016

Age and ageless

A tree does not wear its age on its leaves

It reveals the age of its meditative stance

Only after it is felled, through rings that tell a tale

Of times good and bad, it bears silent witness

To the state of air and water, they are ageless

Destined to outlast time, their work never ceases

Running through the veins of a tree or a human, keeping them alive

We touch the ageless through them, the benevolent sun

Maintains a respectable distance, leaving the air moist

We drink the ageless tears of joy shed by the mountains

And breathe eternal air that is freshened by its brood of trees

Why think of age when we live off gifts from the ageless?