Under the Tree

Meet me by the maple tree,
where time stands still,
and birds fly free,
right past the hill,
beyond the stream.
sunshine instills,
magical dreams.

Sit beneath the maple tree,
watch the wind sail
and wait for me,
absorb details,
paint what you see,
create a tale,
of what will be.

Listen to the maple tree,
hear sound advice,
resolve deep needs,
words so precise,
they plant a seed,
so warm and nice,
consume and feed.

Relax with the maple tree,
let it provide,
wise energy,
enjoy the ride,
hold synergy,
leave it to guide,
serenity.

– Grace Y. estevez – Reddy