Words of a tree

The sun of Desire was beating kn my back.
I stood under our tree and bathed in its wisdom.
I asked, “Tell me, Wise One, what must I do to win her love?”
as I lay my weary head upon its thick old trunk.

I stood under our tree and bathed in its wisdom.
Although I knew that trees are wise and kind and strong,
as I lay my weary head upon its thick old trunk,
I listened doubtfully and prayed for an answer.

Although I knew that trees are wise and kind and strong,
I have never known how to be as patient as trees.
I listened doubtfully and prayed for an answer.
No answer came but the sigh of the wind upon its leaves.

I have never known how to be as patient as trees.
Though I waited and waited and begged our tree to respond,
No answer came but the sigh of the wind upon its leaves.
I finally understand what our tree was saying.

Though I waited and waited and begged our tree to respond,
it did not respond, but only tested my patience.
I finally understand what our tree was saying:
The key to her heart is patience.

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