Truth Be Told

No more secrets
No more lies
The time to flee
Is the time to die

For up upon a tree so tall
There stood a man above them all

And whilst he did once play his part
He's learned what he’s taught
He's had a great fall

While bellowing echoes
Ring through the trees
The once chained man
Has now become freed.

Wise of the apple
A day for his part
He tried to teach more
But instead a new art.

'Round the world
He will travel
His message refined

Stay out of the trees
And you'll stay in line.

Leaves Being

Above
The leaves wrestle softly
In the trees

I lie upon the grass
And gaze upward

The leaves consume me
A tapestry of green

No two alike
No two the same

But they are all leaves

Being leaves

Sipping Tea

Resistance is a futile thing
It takes much more than will

Perhaps a fall
Or one true call

In the end it's all the same

Resistance laughs and plays with me
He beckons and he calls

But never do I find myself
Sipping tea with him
In the shade.

Break a Leg

In your tree
You sit and wait
I fear to talk
Will make you late

So here below
I'll sit and gaze
Up above
The deep grey haze.

From below
The world's anew
You won't catch me
With your silly doo

So here I'll sit
Far below
And wait on you…
To wend the show.

Leaves and Beans

While I do find coffee to be grand
'Tis tea that makes the wiser man.

For even though the bean be plucked
might bring you to and make you cluck

The tea's the leaf and all will know
The leaf of the tree is you, you know.

So while you drink your liquid wake
Forget all worries and pass the cake!

from below

I am so put off
by these

trees

But no more...

It’s much clearer
to gaze upon the trees
from the path than
to gaze upon the path
from a tree.

No worries maintaining balance
No threat
No fear of falling

At any rate,
the forest is quite lovely

this time
Don't you think?

I find myself today
my feet
along the path
upon the ground

It's so tempting
to climb a tree
and look down
upon the world

I dare say...
I'm getting gray

I doubt I will ever climb
a tree again
for the view
is much more brilliant
from the path.

Or so I've learned.

Above
The twisting branches
and jagged limbs
shake violently
from time to time
raining twigs and debris

and me
on occasion

Orchestral maneuvering

A symphony of the senses.

Watch out below!
Signals the maestro

But no matter how hard
the wind may blow
most leaves
remain in tow.

For in sun's long light,
the young leave
hold firmly to their grasp

waiting

for that day they find
the courage to let go.

At Autumn's first light
they begin
their true colors show

then drift

Into the serenity

of the chorus

of the fallen

that have come before.

In the end,
they too
will come
and know

That the view
is much more grand

Stunning

With the fallen

From below.