My senses roam far and wide,
moving about the earth to take in so much
from so many places,
but you have watched the same place change with every passing day,
watched the snow melt and the flowers bloom,
watched your leaves fall and decay into nourishment for the land,
watched the animals sleep and the animals awaken,
and watched the young grow old,
the old die,
and the dead reborn.
I know no such stillness,
not even in my deepest moments of meditation,
the stillness to simply observe,
and simply be,
and be content with the flow of nature.
May I call you "friend?"
May I reach out and hug you?
May I, for one moment, glimpse at the stillness that only a tree can know?