Tree of Life

In the dawn of Spring
the tree talked to me
of her roots
burning in the quest for water,
of her branches
embracing the rays of Sun,
of the zephyr’s (breeze's) music  
invitation to an ecstatic dance,
filling her heart
with the freshness of spring dew.

Ah, the tree
in her veins
streams of water flow,
bountiful
growing gift of kindliness
memory of seed
in her green leaves.

Ah, such is life
the rays of light
passed through her translucent leaves.

Tree
you are my faith
in life,
if not my love.