I am not my work
It is what I was given to do
I am not my home
It is what I was given to tend
I am not my children
They are what I was given to cherish
What I am is that tree
burnished by rising sun
toes deep in the rooted earth
fingertips held up and open
to the mystery of the sky.
Crown gilded by light.
Crown touching the light
and sky, the earth below.
The mystery of it, the power of it, the truth
of it is, I am
That easily turned to flame.
Ali's Poetry 
One response to “A Tree Aflame in Morning Sun”
Thank you for sharing this lyrical reflection, and for reminding us of the beauty and mystery of existence. May we all find ways to connect with the natural world and with the deeper aspects of our own identity, and to live with a sense of purpose and wonder in the world.
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