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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