Under the Sitting Tree

Embracing the Sitting Tree—
Muscle memory of sapling seed stories,
A thousand quiet voices of forget-me-nots,
an army of mighty thoughts spoken.

Standing alone yet not lonely,
listening to ancient stories of the future.

An act of courage.

Passing bird songs to leaf limericks,
bowing branches to the rhyme of resin.

Reaching, humming, reaching, humming.

Peace that trees know,
Even I know,
Embraced by the sitting tree.

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Poetry dream channeling after sitting with this tree.