he leaned his forehead against the tree
quieted his thoughts
and
waited
his heart melded with the trees heart
the tree let flow
hundreds of years of stories
stories about the birds that came to nest and sing
the fungi and lichen it gave home to
the fairies that lived beneath its roots
the insects that live in its bark
the lad came to know
those who rested in the shade of this tree
or found shelter from storm
he saw the lion that napped in its branches
and so much more
he learned that a tree lives a big life
a deep life
a generous life
roots embedded in the earth
limbs dancing with the grace of the heavens
this lad returned as often as he could
to rest his forehead and heart
against the tree
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