The Tree

You don’t know it,

but sometimes I sit upon the branch of the highest tree at night

to catch a glimpse of this transient life we have on earth,

and take in the moon and the stars and all that surrounds me.

And at this most perfect moment in time,

I find truth within my heart and soul.

A feeling once felt as merely immanent,

Has transformed into something so significant,

That its true meaning is unparalleled to anything that exists.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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