I as a wee lass, once sat in the boughs of Viola my comfort tree.
For in her stale bark-hardened embrace, I felt freed.
Freed from my mortality and innocent of my morality.
Sweetly she would whisper to me,
of all the living mysteries.
Upon a time I once did hear, her windy- whispered voice so clear.
She sang a song my soul held dear.
A song to unburden me of my fears.
"If only, if only-the woodpecker sighed- the bark on the tree, were a tad bit softer."
As I sat there below, tired and weary, I called to God "where are you?"
My beloved Viola, she tenderly wept, the cry of her soul i'twinning with mine.
She rocked me to sleep, then I did dream, that the wolves below, so hungry and lonely did die.
Oh Viola, she sang of the past, the prescent and f'ture.
She sprang from her boughs as a nymph-like being.
Singing of times when life 'twer free to be lived.
This precious soul, my dearest Viola, how I'll miss her forever.
Perhaps when my soul revisits this place, Viola and I will dance with the Faye.
If only, if only.
If only I were a tree.
* side note, some might recognize parts of Viola's song as those sung by the ancestors of Stanley Yelnats and Hector Zeroni from the novel " holes" this has always been a sacred chant for me from the day I first read the words, as for Viola, yes it is true that i have seen her soul, call me crazy but it is what it is, my tree is at times more alive in a fluttering moment than i have been in all my years.*
