a tree entrusts the wind

I will offer you my seed
he has grown beneath my boughs
as much as is reasonable
and I have directed
in my thoughts
and in my dreams
and through the sap that flows within the veins
that rise rigid from the earth
always seeking sky

I have attempted to communicate
the big ideas
that come from being rooted deep
and steady
from growing ring by ring
and year by year
until I can offer nothing more

it is the time to let my seed go
and I bequeath it’s fate
and all of what may be
to your breath
blow gently and steady
as you lift this future
from me into the sky
find the soft earth
and the rich
before you choose to let him down

for this is my seed and it is time
so blow you forwards
and take my spirit with you
blow
to distant vantages
blow
then gently set him down

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© Frank Prem, 2010