Trees We Love and Ignore

Trees We Love and Ignore

Suppose we could see beauty bare,
Stripped down, essential, fresh
     and always there?
A man sits in a garden,
Troubled by his life and other
     lives,
A small wind gathers in the
     leaves of a sycamore,
And in that breathing, he sees
     there has always been
          an opening,
A way through,
And wonders what part of
     him it is that makes
          him blind.

– Purodha Elkins.

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