Ode To The Tree Outside My Window

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