Water is falling on the leaves
Like droplets of food it nourishes
Battered by time the trunk stays strong
Days and nights pass and age is not time
Inner work is done constantly
To build a sturdy statement
The tree allows nature to nurture
Nature is kind with all who receive
The essence of reality
Migrate from superficial to harmony
Physicality of the body is artificial
The soul is the emotional library
Which needs nurture and contemplation
Victoria Odey 