All around me
the earth flutters.
of the future,
it sends messages
like little notes for tomorrow,
twirling in gray dawn sky,
The tree is determined to hope.
How does the tree know it is time?
How am I here at just this moment
to witness its innermost thoughts?
No one tells the tree,
it must die to arise,
no one cuts loose its dreams.
All on its own,
it sends them whirling through the air,
in one last wild bid for life.