The Poet's
Trees of Life

I. The First Branch

Beneath the violet hush of constellation light,
a tree unfurls its branches into night —
each leaf a star, each root a silent fire.

II. The Wilderness Song

We walked where galaxies are sown,
and learned to read the silence as our own.
The wind was made of distant suns;
the path beneath us, woven from undone.

III. The Quiet Knowing

There is a forest at the edge of sleep
where every dream the cosmos used to keep
is hung like fruit upon the bending bough —
and we, the gatherers, remember now.

IV. Final Constellation

Then the trees lay down their branches like a hand,
and the stars, at last, learned how to land.