Knows it not joy or sorrow
Lives it only for silent service;
Casts out its self,
Retrenching its lavishness
To let go what's transcient,
To keep itself for another,
Dies with the seed in new life-
An opening soul out to nature,
What took the whole of creation
To come alive- the mystery known,
I should know what God and Man is-
Alas..infinity always between us.
yoonoos peerbocus
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tree-s-myth/
