Trees Poem by Joey Wade

What is a Tree? can it be but a.
A leaning figment or stellar apparition alight with whispers,
or a stem leading to a veil of skeletal veins, or better yet
a seed, of enigmatic harmony, of a secret ceremony of the faithful earth and the wandering sun,
a saga of leafy shutters dwindling in a summer breeze, provocative and serene,
a staircase of curves and humps along a highway of wood and bark,
auras, dreams and meditative feels,
Richer than stale greens, wiser than ubuiquitous beards,
happy as the birds melodic cheeps, lonely as me,
but so strong you seem, beneath the unseen tears and maskless guises,
A shrine sheltering lost souls and wanderers,
Compassionate healers of broken flowers and loose threads,
Relics of silence and infinitude, open air strings playing symphonies of an invisible breeze,
Humble knights receding to the monstrous concrete,
cast their crowns in a pool beneath their feet,
A symbol linking all of humanity, breathing its breath for the gifted moment
and also to those who have passed on into another dream with eyes dead to this world but open beyond,
soft shadows of a divine windowscreen, perch do the angelic sparrows chanting their ever bubbling glee,
you fill my insides with fire, you quench the hunger of a lonely soul,
Deep within your embrace have I found a part of me,
veiled in skin and bones, oblivious of the world of crowds and its indulgent derision!