Let these trees sway on and on,
inspired by a mystic force unseen;
In time they'll wander, come and go;
They'll always stir the seeker's soul.
In gentle passes that feel the skin
of the seeker of such enchanting bliss;
Now he'll never need conditioning,
that comforts best; It's insidious.
Don't stop these trees, these swaying trees;
Stillness won't suit their statuesque grace;
Palm trees that sway in the gentle breeze,
till walls of greed have taken their place;
And we can't have this and that
unless we let go of that, which we can't.
So it isn't long before the trees won't sway;
Forever more, Forever more....
(Penned at dusk on 14th May, 2008)
