The Walnut Tree

Mud & Soil
Microbes give way
To a mind slowly waking
Moisture builds into a fragile
Green Stalk
Teetering in the Wind
Bedeckled sunlight
Warmth
Thoughts spill outwards
Stillness surrounds
Years wax
Timbre archs
Ideas flourish into being
as my bark is
Occasional defiled by a passerby
My seeds harden into insights
I shed
Rebellion, Lust, Hunger
Fertilizing the proximal space
My limbs thicken
My cambium fluid builds
I reach out deliberately
Taking up Space
Reaching Into the Sky
with fresh green leaves
unfurling to feel the insects
tickle and flutter in my periphery
Seasons shape my mind
Dryness yielding rich innovation
Wetness building capillaries that breathe
I occasionally emit undesirable substances
to cultivate my company
allowing friends to build their lives
amongst my branches
Keeping my crown connected
to the ALL
Sharing my inspiration
to build future seeds
The vine friends caress me
We build a luxurious duff
to give comforts and shared sensations
While remaining always
astute, stoic, solitary within.
Hardening posture but bending to the wind.