From such a spec came this tree…
It is the mystery I seek answered…
How can a spec contain such limitless power…
This has Her handwriting written all over it…
In perfect, slanted script.
This tree is now my quiet refuge…
There, being, so much truth inside…
We were both formed together to have communion with the heavens…
Shouldn’t this release us all from worry and fear?
I’m starting to get used to the idea of oneness…
You know, us being sons, pups and daughters of something greater than ourselves (Notice I added pups…)
So, what if things don’t always work out right…
The little seed still grows.
Why should I force any issue, decision or commitment?
Or when I don’t get my way, roll the hackles up on my back…
This universe is forever out of control…
So, why should I try to control it?
As I sit in the shade of this miracle I wonder, “What’s all the fighting about?”
Power, money, ego, position…
Not for me today!
I think I’ll just curl up beneath it all…
And listen to my little heart grow.
I love you,
Annie