Her Tree

Her tree is the tree of knowledge

Inspired it grows tall



Her tree is the seed of inspiration

That for ever questions all



Her tree is the flow of grace

Dancing to her own song



Her tree lives eternally

As its roots grow strong



Her tree is a branch in the wind

Reaching for a nourishing sun



Her tree is a second of despair

Surviving frosts of dawn



Her tree survives in dreams

Of future whispers of calm



Her tree is quioxte

Fighting the woodsman's brawn



Her tree is the land

Planted between her roots



Her Tree is waiting

For a care taker's salute



Her Tree is listening

As hope wind whispers



Her tree bears fruit

Walking on forest slippers



Her tree's gift

Falls to waiting needs



Her tree is the tree of knowledge

Cast free from shackles all