How did you grow to be so high?
Taller than any building I knew
In my youth. Your limbs a cloud
Far above my head. Your carpets the
Soft down of my favorite pillow.
You have grown older and wiser
Than any human I know or have known
In my short term on Earth.
And you will be here long after
I’ve gone, putting on shows
For all who enter your chapel.
Your lush needles fold around me
Holding my heart as a wood nymph
Tickles my feet and the robin
Delights my ear with gleeful song.
The show begins as a cloudless sky
Refuses to penetrate your sacred shrine.
And I am left with an endless treasure,
One that I’ll own til all passes away.
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