Tree of Peace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let us meet beneath the Tree of Peace

where warring nations first buried hatchets

and strangers learned of the ways to

bring it together to bend with weather

as Eastern White Pines reach skyward

toward sun and rain and alchemy down

to roots and their relations other nations

vast web unseen a dream waking in

time to see you or be you in a way

the strangers laid them down later

to rise again on the great water far off 

this land until in time few remained

and the pain took hold the strangers 

told, return now beneath this pine 

see what you can find when blind.