You would have heard,
The mighty trees swaying above,
No breeze was seen or felt,
Yet the trees sung their songs non stop;
You would have seen it clearly,
The stories flashing in your eyes,
The whispers of the past and futures
Serenading your subconscious self;
Life and death,two sides of the same coin
Enlightenment comes with wishes
That have no reason or rhyme
To pass from heart to lips of the wise mind.
Far into the soil, the roots grow strong
With every new generation,
A new ribbon tied to the branches
Already laden with hopes of souls long gone.