The Learning Tree
The Learning Tree, so vast and wideIts winding leaves fall cherry vinesAnd who to sit up underShall catch the words that sing with birdsand fill our minds with wonderI wonder...
Come sit with me and read these linesthey're written on these pagesThese pages made oftreesof old that have sheltered the sages
The wisdom drips each fallen rainand lands upon my headI want to catch it with my tongueand taste what life has been
The leaves they speak with windy charmrustling with laughterI want to capture every soundand listen ever after
Branches upon branches of quiet lessons to revealWhen time flies through the warm then wintry days that have concealed
The months have come and gone againJanuary to DecemberWe may not know what lies aheadBut thetreesthey do remember
Seek now and find a new leafthat grows with strength unknowingWithout a hesitating gesturefrom the wind that's blowing
So green and still so beautifulso young and yet so freeAnd gaze upon the majestyUnder the Learning Tree
by Lynnlieth Patterson