To Be a Happy Tree

If a tree were to talk about being happy,

I imagine They would speak from their leaves.

And in their joy

I wonder how ‘We' might feel

of their songful moving

in their blooming cocooning

and soulful wind-grooving

and entirely tuning away

from all musings

or fearings

of death,

or even

dying.

“Things always feel better when we speak

from Our Highest,”

God reminded,

Amidst the pondering,

a burst

:

“How does one measure

the level of joy

that is fair to feel

given the lack of joy

that is felt by others?”

The begging weighed and we’re not sure who asked it and we’re not sure who the others really are.

Tree moved

back (in)to Light.

“I am here, and here I am,” said Tree.

“I have surrendered to myself long ago.

These are my parts and this is my place,

and if I were to leave, -

- - I would be gone.”

The nods were silent as the condition fell.

Tree continued, urgent while still:

“When we think we’re really big,

It’s time to remember we’re really small.

When we think we’re really small,

It’s time to remember we’re really big.

I could not know Happy Leaves

if I did not know

sad ones and dead ones and new ones, too.

Happy Leaves do not close my senses from

remembering the feeling knowing

of my Roots.

My Roots are the Ones who told my Leaves:

The language of suffering is the language of joy.”

The tree stared at the sky.

Their Body cried as their Leaves still danced.

God smiled at His reflection within Tree

and together, in remembrance and reminder,

they whispered to Our hearts:

“Thank you for being as happy as you can be.”

And so,

We did our best to try.

[note: this poem was originally sent in an email, 12.10.21]

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