Simplicity

Simple and complex
Is the tree,

Its hair withers and falls
Every unfortunate autumn
It dies

Then is made anew,
Reborn in the spring
Plentiful and beautiful

And bleeds something sweet
From it's organs
Which sprout from below

So unseen
To the naive eyes that tarry

Providing from us,
And we take from it

Its essence,
Its skin,
All that we comprehend from it

Living and breathing
Far past its time

Numbered,
By rings of age

Unacknowledged,
So lonely
Is this misunderstood divinity

We see new days,
Only as it allows