The first thing you notice is their stature
A musical display of beauty and energy transformed
The details of which are often overlooked as they croon in the breeze
Intricately designed to nourish your body and feed your soul
If your timing is right and you have well trained eyes
A closer look will reveal their sensual essence
The allure of their flowers will seduce and captivate
Their blooms are a display of their sexual desire
They pull you in with a tantalizingly ephemeral display of love
The fruits therein possess powerful knowledge
Hanging tenuously, plump with secrets, and ripe with experience
Its history transcends this life as it falls, released from bondage
Creating and Informing generations and yet the cycle is repeated
reaching to the heavens craving warmth and connection
Grasping the wind, they dance with the breeze
Not a formal regimented and regulated prance
More of a free form spiritual and rhythmical movement imbued with grace
There is a purgatorial transition from its ethereal musings
To a base replete with frustration barring the scars of storms past
Its austere design functions in strength and rigid flexibility
What lies in cased in darkness is the source, a matrix of interconnection
The origin of all there is, anchoring and supporting all that will be
With all the accoutrements on display tendency is to devalue things hidden from view
So, enchanted with the innovative adornments little regard is given to the banal structures that fortify
Seen as archaic and functional, it’s the beautifully adorned spectacle above that garner all the praise
And romantic stories as lovers oft sit at the base thinking not of that which dwells beneath
tis with raised heads and open hearts that their eyes gaze upon the perceived truth of its being
Yet, below conceals a transcendent fundamental and spiritual reality.
That which others cannot see, or experience directly is who we truly are
All of our ideals, feelings, and motivations exist beyond what others can authentically experience
Much is the same in this instance
Stored beneath a rough bark are the details
Each ring a rigid tale of lives lived in previous seasons
Layers of survival incased in a sinfully sweet sustenance
Growing bidirectionally, inward and out
For a root neglected shall never sprout
Trees…
Deliberately dope 