The Tree of Life produces leaves
Of every shape and size.
They provide
Beauty,
Shade,
And food.
They are born in the spring,
Thrive in the summer,
Show off in the fall
And die in the winter.
The cycle continues
Year after year.
Challenged by disease
Drought
And natural events,
But never defeated.
You are a leaf.
Evolving and experiencing
The mystery and magic of life,
As a loved one, a stranger an enemy.
Sometimes an animal or a plant.
You often think the leaf
Is all you are,
But you are every leaf.
A trillion leaves,
Spreading forth adventure
And love.
So sprout forth in the spring,
Share your beauty,
Provide shade,
Bear fruit.
But then
As winter approaches,
Let go
And fall to the ground
But remember:
The Tree never dies.
And if you reach high enough,
Beyond leaf and limb,
Beyond thoughts,
Feelings,
Sensations
And memories,
You will know:
Your are just a leaf,
For a little while.
But you always were
And always will be
The Tree.
One Tree
With no beginning
And no end.
Incarnating a trillion times
In every leaf.
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