The Tree is my Totem by Ronald A PavellasThe tree is my totem
Standing straight and true and tall
Comfortable in its great age
It doesn’t speculate whether life is
Analog or digital,
Continuous or discrete
It abides with its fellow beings
On the hilltop
Or in the meadow
One has need of ritual
Mine is to behold a great tree
Wherever, whenever I may find one
To pause, to regard and recall
When the tree was yet but a seed
Not yet fallen from its parent,
Thence to travel over the decades
And centuries with it
Until it becomes the present tree
That’s all
There are no words
For how one travels
With a tree through time
06/08/2019 Posted on 06/08/2019 Copyright © 2024 Ronald A Pavellas
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