As I lie under the old Banyan tree
I envision untold folk tales, of tradition.
Sacred values of lineage.
Each line of life;
like a lifetime of many moons
& stolen kisses,
reflecting the sunlight
& promises kept.
Burst of raindrops spanning across horizons
& found
all encompassing spirituality.
So gentle, like stillness,
like tranquility
yet pulls you in
with a strong essence.
Telling of stories
& whispering
in the soft rustling of leaves,
what life is in meaning.
Tears for you,
the pain you have endured
the sadness you hold.
Heave strong.
Sturdy roots, you expand to heal
may you find nurture in nature
& grow to tell tales
& keeper of secrets
& capturing mystique
your grace will be bountiful
over & over again.
July Jennifer May 28th, 2023
*This tree represents one of the chapters in my book I thought of before the fire, titled, the Old Banyan tree; a chapter representing my Dad
