Little tree,
I thought I came to see you better
when I glimpsed the sprite within,
bright energy that spreads out
in your growing roots and limbs,
which then contracts in winter –
sentient strategist,
choosing your way to grow

But then I got an even clearer view –
how you are emanation
of the one intelligence that thinks us all.
Your sentience
is no more separate than mine,
your joy as much the thrill of life’s ride
as mine is.
The rush of being so precisely what you are,
as much a gift as mine  –
proof of our common Principle,
our parentage the same.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 9, 2023