Consider the tree - Poem by Sophia White

Consider the Tree

I stand, in the low grass so finely clipped,
And the sun fills the world around me.
But I stand alone, and the sun cannot find me
I am hid in the great overpowering shade.

I stand, and the world outside the shade is gone
There is only me and the shade and the tree.
A bird sings and a squirrel chirrups, and I –
I stand and marvel, in the deep blue shade.

I stand, and consider with all my thoughts the tree.
What it is and how it is and every essence within.
I consider it in its existence, and what it means.
And while the world goes on and on and on
I stand and dream, and consider the tree.

Sophia White