Maybe, the tallest tree holds the sky up
Like a tent above our heads.
Maybe the wide branches shelter us,
As we hide against its sides.
Maybe, the near eternal trunk supports us
As we innocents rest.
And the sunlight is more beautiful,
Streaming through its leafy hair.

I could be lifted high, and safely in its arms,
And wonder at the beauty of the world
As it swayed.
There, would be peace,
Surrounded in its heart.
And time to think, and listen to the wind.

Maybe because surrounded by this strength,
This permanence, where many build their nests,
I have not seen the weakness
I confess,
Where even I have often laid my head.

Or having realised that strength needs strength,
I hope I never kicked it as I climbed,
Nor broke tranquility with carelessness,
So there may ever be a place to hide.

I can not see another harm or maim
This Wonder Tree.
We shall grow old both together
Placidly.