Note to a Sycamore

Weathered at the base
your raw bark maps terrain
for the creatures
so miniscule, so small in compare
your core is so mighty
it seems your branches are too
they compete for your girth
and slither out with force
toward the flowing water
toward the sun
toward the gaps in the earth
your shed bark leaves a masterpiece
no hand could compete with
wavy and wiley full of pale colors and gold
your leaves sit so lightly
they stretch toward the rays
your branches so lovingly
call them back…please stay
thank you dear sycamore
for letting me visit today
for sharing
your strength
your grace
your peace,
in your
perfect way.

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