A tree reaching up
Above the blanket
Of green
Things become airy
Somewhere in the wilderness
A tree stands
In its raised hands
It holds you
And when you can see
Above the canopy
The mind goes to sleep
You know then
That it is beyond your control
To hold another world
In your thoughts
A tree
Reaching up in the mist
Turns very delicate
Too fast
Still remembering
How it came
From the rock.
intuitiveflow 
Gorgeous poem….