a sycamore was standing where
I parked the car, it seemed to dare
communicate with me in mind
I searched and searched so I could find
everything there was to know
long-lived, tall, it seemed to grow
into someone with whom to share
moments by the sea, the air...
now far away I do believe
a part of it I did not leave
it's with me now as I compose
as words cascade and rhyming flows -
hummingbirds come every day
they come to feed and too to play...
winter's gentle by the sea
for feathered friends and too the trees
we interact, we are all more
than who we thought we were before...
we radiate, and resonate
as in our lives we share our fates