TREE-MAGIC

I AM rooted in Love like a giant Oak Tree

A strong blowing gale cannot topple Me

But if I forget who I AM and lose my felt sense of Presence

I’m like a fallen-off branch separated from its essence

Trees have mysteries and secrets they hide
Yet for those who are open they reveal what’s inside

I-spy with my inner-eye
To see through the looking doth satisfy.

Poem and photos by Amanda Solk