I look at the full grown tree.

I look   at  the  full  grown  tree.

I  look   at the  verdant, lush green 

Dripping   to the  bottom of  the   stem

Or  the  deep roots, it  is  like  the

Nonagenarian   full   bent.

She   ambles  slow  and  steady.

The    embossing   full  green 

Speaks  of   ancient   galore,

Perpetuating   oneness  from

The  creator   and  the  entity,

Your  Soul’s  ongoing   journey,

Here  and  there, some    untold

Connection, connectivity,

From   distance   the   uniform

Soft, silken   green , glowing,

Mass   consoling   man

‘’ look   at   me   I am  evergreen, smile.’’