Aspen Bolles

The Universe is heaven
Is it not?
A flower ever unfolding
Without beginning or end in sight
Oh science tries to explain it all
With big bangs and inflation
I find it all so confusing
And so I ask what color is this flower?

Let me stand next to an oak tree
On a cold winters day
And breathe my misty breath into its bark
Oh dear oak tree, how did this all begin?
I hear silence
The moist vapor leaving my breath
Lands onto the rough outer bark
And I see it absorb into the skin of the tree
She smiles and whispers into my ear

When all is still I sing a song of silence
When the wind stirs through my limbs I sing a song of melody
When a storm draws near and tears away my older limbs I sing a song of rebirth
When you breathe into my skin so tough
I will tell you that your moisture is linked to my life
In the most harmonious way
We stand united
This moment
This place

As I embrace this tree
And a tear falls gracefully from my eyes
This oak tree has taught me that we are one
Here and now
This moment
This place