O My Lovely Tree
O my lovely tree, you shade my daily walk One morning, I paused beneath your cloak Branches though bent in breeze, were kind A cool canopy that eases a troubled mind Your leaves whisper as my mind takes flight You shimmer a spark, as bright as a sunlight Little sparrows fluttered above you, to rest With their tiny songs, felt like a gentle guest As I sunk my hand into your rugged bark I heard your story, like mine, not far apart I tasted earth, with your soft. musty scent Memory of childhood trees, with joys I lent That morning, I was weighed by worry’s tune Yet there I felt in you, my loneliness cocoon Your roots is firm underneath a silent ground In your shade, my trembling heart unwound My lovely tree, to me, you whispered peace With shade that turned my thoughts to ease My sanctuary, when my pace feels too fast A rare moment, my present meets the pastThere are places in life that seem ordinary at first glance, yet when you return to them day after day, they slowly reveal their purpose, some offer a place of refuge or sanctuary. For me, it was the deep and intimate connection I have to this one 'lovely tree'.
In the rush of daily life, dropping my children at school too early before reporting to work, gives me enough time to linger for an hour or two. I would wander around aimlessly, walked, ran, or just sat idly inside my car - watching people passed by. Then, I discovered this one quiet companion standing in the middle of a busy city’s greenery. At first, I would simply rest under its branches to shelter myself from rain, cover from squinting heat of the sun, or simply waiting for time to pass. But soon, I began to realize that this tree was offering me far more than just a shade; it was offering me closeness, comfort, and peace.
One morning, as I lingered longer than usual in that tree, still wet after a heavy downpour, I felt something strange. There was nothing I could hear of, but I could sense a spiritual connection, a silent whisper that drawn me to it. It was a wonderful sensation, as if the tree was alive and it spoke to me. All throughtout the years that I took cover under its shade, I felt it watched over me. I couldn't contain the feeling. So, as I was back inside my car, with a note and a pen, I wrote this poem dedicated to that one and only tree that quitely become part of me.