Tree of Life

The tree spills over the edges of memory, boundless branches reach, intertwining with the sky, a tapestry of life,

where each leaf, each whisper of wind, holds a secret, a fragment of existence waiting to be forged to clay and spirit.

Under this cathedral of green, I lay down, feeling the pulse of the earth, the rhythm of my heart, matching the slow dance of the universe.

Each shadow, could be a dream, each light flicker, a mirage of hope, a reminder of those that walked before,

of all life lived, and those yet to move, who will find solace in this ancient embrace.

• Diane di Prima