The Tree

The Tree

I see this person that I’ve become

Most seem to mourn this aging

I have come to see it as a stark improvement

Over the ridiculous ignorance of my youth

I was much to sullen

Much too serious

Now I see the world really doesn’t depend on me

Now I see that to taste the free

I get to dance in the world of going lightly

I get to allow my neighbor to walk so slightly

Upon everything I ever believed in

Still I nod with respect

My heart and soul I do not neglect

But rather I go on in the making

I go on with the sifting, on with the shaking

Enjoying this one hell of a ride

I take the hurts and the pains in stride

I keep on walking, I keep on learning

I keep on hoping, I keep on weaning

Myself off of this very drab lore.

I know not what there might be in store

For the rest of the grand delusion

But I do know there is love and there is goodness

For I have found these things are truly eternal

So I like this person I’ve become

I know no answers

Only questions

I know not the length of any gestations

I simply know that I’m growing into myself