Yes you feel alone.
Standing solitary like a spruce.
But I bet if we followed your roots
they would join with those of others.
Trees afar off you’ve never seen.
And weep for them
as you’ve wept for yourself.
You will marvel at their beauty.
And perhaps see it in your own boughs.
Stand majestic against the moon.
Let your shadow fall upon your ground.
Shelter the birds of the air.
But most of all just stand there
and let us see you as you are.
There is peace all around you
as you testify suffering of seasons.
Some see you as just wood.
But you are a timber
alive with the wisdom of ages!