The Ever Tree

The youngling came to be with the moment

Questing had begun on its path to sage

As a precious child laid to rest torment

For time urges race into adult cage

“Tell me Mother, how will I grow - ever

To be as old; as noble as Pando

The Quaking Aspen that loves forever?”

“My child, mycorrhizae is life below

Love is life, what you see above - fingers

Reaching for the sun; I never know time

I understand moments for growth lingers

Until the sun’s light eases warmth sublime.”

   “Oh my tree! The face of the dreaded clocks!”

   “Fear not, join ever here – free of time’s pocks.”